My bathroom is haunted by the souls of those previous residents and visitors who have committed some sort of mortal sin, some iniquity which has left their soul severed from their mortal body and transmogrified into the ghastly form of a crane
This has led to "ich muss zu den Vögeln" to become a kitschy way of expressing one's need to use the toilet within my social circle. As far as we know the daughter of the landlady consideres herself to be some sort of artist, which superficially explains many idiosyncracies about this place, but I'm not buying it
I'm utterly convinced that they watch you. It's a beyond surreal experience to have a drunk piss in this bathroom, or wake up at 3am to use the facilities. I think if a robber or some other variant of ne'er-do-well were to sit upon this toilet, they would never be seen again. The next morning there would be an additional bird on the walls, wide-eyed and reproachful
This is perverse
