Trying to keep this simple and brief …

My names is Cello, I’m 23, non-smokers and live in the green core of Germany. In contrast to many country bumpkins, it does not pull me in the city. I like to say good night to the foxes or to turn my rounds in the fog, which hangs in the early morning between the trees. I like the rustle from sheets, which smell of the fresh air, light that falls on hoarfrost the reflexion of trees in a lake, the pale green one bubble of a splashing brook. To be on the move in the morning if everybody still lolls about in her warm beds. This time belongs to me completely alone and I enjoy this most intensive and nicest moment of the life.

I say what I want. Live with criticism. Carry clothes, which I like. To me is no matter what other about me think. I can look out with the running just, instead of on the ground. If a friend falls, I pass to him the hand. If a friend freezes, I give him clothes, a roof if he does not know where. And if someone is hungry - well my fridge is equipped with that what needs thus single household - should be called: Hey keep your claws off my fridge, it belongs to Cello or you get to know a correct male stroppy ...

I do not bite - I swallow overall.

If my English is lousy - excuses my, I do not belong to the linguistic-gifted individuals so please have patience ….