After an incredibly stressful week full of ultimate learning excesses and almost rabies-like Frustationsanfällen, it should be before yesterday finally go home again: back to family, friends and above all ... Beer. Oh yeah, BEER! Was also about time that I take my time to go back really well and just chillin still ... if only for a day!
order not continue to waste my time, I threw myself to the same lectures on the wild adventure with Mitfahrgelegenheiten.de and nice people and drove towards the southern north, flowing with milk and honey there is. We drove over wide valleys and mountains, saw numerous metal lines of cars and loud funny things like overturning wild sheep (yes, some sheep are actually in the stormy wind tipped over easily ... at least it looked).
As We drove silently through the country and the blood-red evening sun seemed to us in our faces, I reveled in old memories ..... BEAUTIFUL memories ..... Memories of people like to remember. Memories that have to do something from absolutely nothing to do with the previous part that you could go mad! But I tell you there comes a time like this!
Five years ago:
With young age of 16 and one in every respect completely inexperienced mind, I should be able to experience the first time with my then stage a skiing holidays. A very exciting thing, because I'm never particularly for skiing before, let alone have since seen the white peaks of high mountains.
drove clock at 5 am We Gigantoiden the bus going on and a few thousand hours later, we arrived already in the Alps. A beautiful white stretched into infinity and a wonderful feeling refreshed my heart. Great sight.
was just arrived there and also go on! We quickly squeezed us in our handsome pure Skiklamotten searched us out of our great skis and then we went off.
To our delight it turned out quickly that skiing was not too terribly difficult as one might expect at first. Hours and hours as the tracks went up and down. A truly great feeling, I tell you ...
Na, as well always. In any case, after so much fun are actually even a little variety. So are some friends and I to the valley "geskiet" and have set ourselves in a nice house where there was nice food and other goodies (we could actually pay with food stamps. ... As to how post-war times XD) ... . and besides, I had to pee anyway incredibly rough. While it would be on my thick clothes probably never noticed if I had peed in my pants, but if you can avoid something like this ..... So on to the toilet!
(read scary now; D)
After I had finished my business first, and went with a very satisfied smile from the cabin, I suddenly heard a loud frightening groans that came directly from the room next door. "Oh my God ... what ... what was that?" were my first thoughts. Perhaps it was just an illusion? But suddenly I heard it again! It sounded like a tortured moan that echoed through the dark prison corridors. A cold shiver ran down my back. What could it be? I walked silently toward the door and pushed it up slowly to avoid all power into his attempt any Türknartschen. The moans turned to cries of pain-I. I looked into the room and a black figure looked at me with distorted face.
It was only Mr. J. But something was wrong with him. He held both his hands and trembled all over. As it turned out, he had seemingly indescribable, inexplicable pain in his hands, which were from one moment to the other just there.
desperate and helpless he looked at me, almost hinwimmernt before him and crying. I just had to help him, but the question was: how? Then suddenly I remembered something!
zaps before many times through the years, I saw a TV and film in which a group of people in a snow storm were captured and one of them had his hands frozen. To possible to avoid permanent damage, they put his hand in hot water and said something like "This will be very painful .... BUT IT MUST BE! ZISCH * *".
I do not know why, but the moment was, and only that, in my opinion, the ONLY solution! So I turned on the tap, looked at him with bold eye, took his hands, held it under water and while he screamed in pain, I just said, fearlessly, "I know that it is very painful .... BUT IT MUST BE !! * ZIIIIIISCH *!!!"
Mr. J has of course bear the unbearable pain at all no more and pulled his hands out of the water immediately out! He later put it simply under his jacket and was good.
sees Since mans again: Television is not, but only makes one more stupid! But for that you probably experienced a lot more stupid than usual!
Conclusion: Look at TV and you will be funny to do in your life = D
[The Silence]
