Everything in transition.
continue to blog pause
Monday, November 24, 2008
Thursday, October 30, 2008
Donation Letter For Church
chest number four (leave impressions)
Mrs. H. was on holiday in Turkey, with a girlfriend. The husband she left at home - what should one do with those on vacation? Thus, the two middle-aged ladies went solo now so in warmer climes.
got out good-humored, adventurous and longing sonnenbebrillt At a Saturday three weeks ago, the plane in Ankara, where tanned, goldkettchenbehängte and permanently grinning guide unsurpassable charm waiting for them.
Something else struck by the flight and there is a significant heat at the destination dreamed Mrs. H. cope cut, smiling to herself, in her knee-length summer dress, especially for the holiday from the seamstress her confidence, except for one time someone in her vorbeihuschte and for should confuse some time ...
A tanned Casanova she discreetly slipped her a note pressed into his hand and whispered in passing: 'chest number four. " Mrs. H. was irritated. What could it mean? She looked at the Paper in her trembling hands in excitement. 4, stand there. Only a 4th
was already up to her Inge. Inge also had a note and said. "Come on, Mrs. H, let us go out there waiting for you ahead." "Have you seen the guy there?" asked Mrs. H. "He pushed me a note in his hand." "Yes." said Inge eyes rolling "I also. Be it. Not organized so well. Can not do anything. The main thing is good weather." Mrs. H., still irritated, asked: "And what is on your list?" "Four. " Inge said, annoyed. "Four? It can not be!" indignant Mrs. H. "I'm four!" Inge, now also confused whether the Empörug her friend looked at her and replied laconically: ?. So what I did the four Is it really so. " "No, it's not!" stammered Mrs. H. excited. "You should have either three or five, or even a different number I'm number four breast!" "Breast number four?" Inge only wondered. Breast number four? "Do you have something to drink?" she asked. "Why are you talking about breasts?" "Well," said Mrs. H. desperately "He came here long, I pushed the note into his hand and whispered, 'chest number four." Inge laughed out loud. "Yes, and what is this mean? Do you think the running around here and numbered by breasts? And you will have even number four? For your ..." "Inge" outraged Mrs. H. "Come on, now, but let's face it, Mrs. H, what did you think? I mean, you're 56 and you think you can get space four? Tz."
both silent. Infinite three seconds. And quite Ankara continued with them the air. Then, finally, redeemed her friend Mrs. H. Inge with the sentence: "He said bus BUS number four, but was clear in which direction you think again!" She turned around and went out to the buses to bus number four. Mrs. H. was following her humble silence.
Brust Nummer vier zu sein wäre Ihr lieber gewesen - aber was nicht ist, kann ja noch werden, dachte Sie und zwinkerte dem Reiseleiter zu ... (will be continued)
got out good-humored, adventurous and longing sonnenbebrillt At a Saturday three weeks ago, the plane in Ankara, where tanned, goldkettchenbehängte and permanently grinning guide unsurpassable charm waiting for them.
Something else struck by the flight and there is a significant heat at the destination dreamed Mrs. H. cope cut, smiling to herself, in her knee-length summer dress, especially for the holiday from the seamstress her confidence, except for one time someone in her vorbeihuschte and for should confuse some time ...
A tanned Casanova she discreetly slipped her a note pressed into his hand and whispered in passing: 'chest number four. " Mrs. H. was irritated. What could it mean? She looked at the Paper in her trembling hands in excitement. 4, stand there. Only a 4th
was already up to her Inge. Inge also had a note and said. "Come on, Mrs. H, let us go out there waiting for you ahead." "Have you seen the guy there?" asked Mrs. H. "He pushed me a note in his hand." "Yes." said Inge eyes rolling "I also. Be it. Not organized so well. Can not do anything. The main thing is good weather." Mrs. H., still irritated, asked: "And what is on your list?" "Four. " Inge said, annoyed. "Four? It can not be!" indignant Mrs. H. "I'm four!" Inge, now also confused whether the Empörug her friend looked at her and replied laconically: ?. So what I did the four Is it really so. " "No, it's not!" stammered Mrs. H. excited. "You should have either three or five, or even a different number I'm number four breast!" "Breast number four?" Inge only wondered. Breast number four? "Do you have something to drink?" she asked. "Why are you talking about breasts?" "Well," said Mrs. H. desperately "He came here long, I pushed the note into his hand and whispered, 'chest number four." Inge laughed out loud. "Yes, and what is this mean? Do you think the running around here and numbered by breasts? And you will have even number four? For your ..." "Inge" outraged Mrs. H. "Come on, now, but let's face it, Mrs. H, what did you think? I mean, you're 56 and you think you can get space four? Tz."
both silent. Infinite three seconds. And quite Ankara continued with them the air. Then, finally, redeemed her friend Mrs. H. Inge with the sentence: "He said bus BUS number four, but was clear in which direction you think again!" She turned around and went out to the buses to bus number four. Mrs. H. was following her humble silence.
Brust Nummer vier zu sein wäre Ihr lieber gewesen - aber was nicht ist, kann ja noch werden, dachte Sie und zwinkerte dem Reiseleiter zu ... (will be continued)
Friday, October 17, 2008
Bathroom Scales Parts
I came to read and sing
Ja, ich grinse blöd, kann man nix machen, ich freu mich eben.
I thank Klaus for the entire night, Monika for the guitar and myself that I was on time.
The rich have for today.
happy
your
FrauJ 
Man verzeihe mir den Kalauer im Heading, den konnte ich mir nicht verkneifen.
Heute vergaß ich mal nicht die Kamera und so gibt es endlich Fotos, wenn auch wenige, dafür romantisch ...
Ja, ich grinse blöd, kann man nix machen, ich freu mich eben.
I thank Klaus for the entire night, Monika for the guitar and myself that I was on time.
The rich have for today.
happy
your
FrauJ
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
How To Tell If Diazepam Are Fake
Caution, a girl Post
Today I was in the drugstore. In itself, nothing special. I thought of a new mascara and lipstick to buy, color cosmetics, then, you will not even younger, and on the stage and so ... well, you know. I was standing about 15 meters MakeUp shelves. 7 different brands perceived, 30,000 lipsticks, 20,000 and 400,000 mascara eye shadow options. With the new lipsticks I was allowed to collect plenty of experience. I thought once, it would be doch nett für die Bühne was zu haben, was nicht verwischt, schön lange hält, gut aussieht. Ich kaufte also so ein zwei-Phasen-Ding, so einen Lippenstift, wo man zuerst die Farbe und eine Minute später die 'Pflege' aufträgt. Um es abzukürzen: es ist wie Nagellack! Nagellack für die Lippen. Es fühlt sich schrecklich an, schmeckt grauenvoll, riecht wie Hamerit und leuchtet. Ja, es leuchtet! Nix mit 'dezent' - dezent geht anders. Aber für die Bühne, dachte ich, durchaus ok. Wenn man nun aber das Zeug von den Lippen bekommen will, muss man entweder speziellen 'Lippenlack-Entferner' in Haus haben, oder aber drei Tage warten, bis es irgendwie von alleine abgeht. Wenn man beides nicht hat und kann und versucht es mit handelsüblichen 'Reinigungsmitteln' abzulösen, sieht man, in dem Fall ich, aus, wie der 'Joker' aus Batman. Gnadenlos und einige Zeit unkorrigierbar verschmiert. Mit dem Verschmieren ist das generell ein Problem: beim Auftragen sind absoute Genauigkeit und eine ruhige Hand gefragt, sonst hat man wieder den 'Joker-Effekt'. Nach verzweifelten Experimenten verwarf ich die Idee des Lippenlacks für mich und wendete mich wieder dem 'normalen'Lippenstift zu, wobei 'normal' nur die Hoffnung auf etwas ausdrückt, was es so nicht mehr gibt. Es gibt keine 'normale ' Schminke mehr. Überall ist irgendwas drin, oder was ganz Bestimmtes nicht, aber das ist eher der Bio-MakeUp-Sektor, den ich auch schon durch habe. Es ist ja ganz nett, ehrlich, und ich unterstütze mit dem Kauf meines Rouges auch gerne peruanische Hochlandbauern und bezahle faire Preise, nur, wenn das Zeug nicht macht, was es soll, dann finde ich das eher suboptimal. MakeUp, das nicht deckt, Wimperntusche, die nicht hält und Lippenstift nur in Erdtönen. Wäre ich Bantu, fände ich das toll, ganz sicher, aber ich bin FrauJ und brauche Hilfe! Ich will nichts unterstreichen, ich will mich bekritzeln, jawoll!
So, wo war ich? Ach ja, bei der Wimperntusche. Früher gab es Wimperntusche, mit der man die Wimpern tuschte. Das hatte sich jahrelang bewährt. Dann kam jemand auf die Idee, dass Wimperntusche mehr können muss. Heutzutage muss alles mehr können, I know. ALDI is organic, Internet phone can, mascara can 'boost'. Volume to my lashes. By Lash Architect-very-black-super stay-volume-max-precision XY-design company. Oh, who take nothing as all. Common tenor of all companies: "Klimperwimpern needs the woman." This is what it is now in Mascara particles 'create the lashes', and they extend "natural" and give them momentum too. I desperately looked for the familiar mascara, but found only empty shelf locations. So I bought one today so Klimper-eyelash mascara. Success: I look, like a character from Sesame Street! Elle Long eyelashes, totaaaaaaal course, of course! tz. In bio I learned that something called mimicry. Camouflage. Was vortäuschen, was so nicht ist. Ja, klar, nun mag man sagen, das täte man mit Schminke ja eh, aber mal ehrlich: das ist doch übertrieben, oder? Hat das mal jemand ausprobiert? Und dann steht da sowas drauf wie"kein Verkleben". Irgendwie definiere ich 'kein Verkleben' wohl anders. Die Wimpern meines linken Auges verklebten nahezu bei jedem Lidschlag! Diese zugefügten Extensions-Teile haben so einen 'Klettverschluss-Effekt', will mir scheinen ...
Benutzt das ernsthaft wer? Vielleicht sogar gerne?
Und, liebe Männer: Findet Ihr sowas ernsthaft schön?
Klettwimpergrüße
Ihre
FrauJ
So, wo war ich? Ach ja, bei der Wimperntusche. Früher gab es Wimperntusche, mit der man die Wimpern tuschte. Das hatte sich jahrelang bewährt. Dann kam jemand auf die Idee, dass Wimperntusche mehr können muss. Heutzutage muss alles mehr können, I know. ALDI is organic, Internet phone can, mascara can 'boost'. Volume to my lashes. By Lash Architect-very-black-super stay-volume-max-precision XY-design company. Oh, who take nothing as all. Common tenor of all companies: "Klimperwimpern needs the woman." This is what it is now in Mascara particles 'create the lashes', and they extend "natural" and give them momentum too. I desperately looked for the familiar mascara, but found only empty shelf locations. So I bought one today so Klimper-eyelash mascara. Success: I look, like a character from Sesame Street! Elle Long eyelashes, totaaaaaaal course, of course! tz. In bio I learned that something called mimicry. Camouflage. Was vortäuschen, was so nicht ist. Ja, klar, nun mag man sagen, das täte man mit Schminke ja eh, aber mal ehrlich: das ist doch übertrieben, oder? Hat das mal jemand ausprobiert? Und dann steht da sowas drauf wie"kein Verkleben". Irgendwie definiere ich 'kein Verkleben' wohl anders. Die Wimpern meines linken Auges verklebten nahezu bei jedem Lidschlag! Diese zugefügten Extensions-Teile haben so einen 'Klettverschluss-Effekt', will mir scheinen ...
Benutzt das ernsthaft wer? Vielleicht sogar gerne?
Und, liebe Männer: Findet Ihr sowas ernsthaft schön?
Klettwimpergrüße
Ihre
FrauJ
Thursday, October 9, 2008
Colemanfurnace Limit Switch
Lord Jesus and Goldfischlein
Nachdem ich in einer Action dryer had my bathing suit and my parched ertauscht for a considerable amount of paper printed a new one, i had to finally go swimming again. This was now today, in complete ignorance of the appointment, which I perceived already yesterday (yes, that was a good feeling).
Everything was as usual: in separate pools of aqua fitness course splashed in front of him, outside designated stupid children kicked pool noodles to laser swords and off virtual heads, a few retirees were in the way and I dived straight in on the sports car when he was the Etablissement entered. The Lord, Son of God: Jesus.
I could not believe my eyes. He had long, slightly wavy, medium brown Hair, and changed how God created him, dressed only with natural white shorts to the pool. So he stood on the pool deck, looking onto the water. I waited for the moment when he would begin the first step. I felt as if he would be going the same, once on the water surface blessed, everything, and then left. Which was not so. He turned to the children's pool, spread out his arms slightly and rose reverently down the steps into the children's pool. The entire pool stopped, admired Jesus, who moved so graceful, reverent, Glorio. So he walked into the pool and I already knew. Yes! I looked around searching. John. Equality had yet to come John. I would witness the Taufszene. Terrific! I had so often heard that there should be a new Jesus, but that he would be baptized in my pool, in my presence, I could not guess yes!
excitedly looking so I looked around for John laughed and visited my school Religionsabneigung. Crap! What was John? Would I recognize him?
suddenly entered the Mr. Bean the stage. Honest. I know how absurd that sounds, but I almost went down with laughter. This guy looked really like Mr.Bean. He entered the scenario in black trunks, yellow flip-flops and a backpack. Even now Jesus stared gene door and was also fascinated.
It must have been minutes, use the swimming pool remained in silence and meditation, until, without Vorwahrnung, all dissolved quickly in normality.
Jesus realized his mistake and moved with the children's pool, completely unspectacular, caused by the 'Great', Mr. Bean or for a little amusement, as he almost with a rucksack into the water rose, but then everything was normal.
And then there was Rita! Rita, the Goldfischlein. Proud of your character 72, tanned, daily swimming. Who knows Rita loves them, especially if it is not there! Rita is the gefüchtetste swimmer in the whole province. It has developed over the years a swimming style that seeks its equal. This woman is alone creates three lanes to beschwimmen - und zwar so, dass man einfach nicht in der Lage ist, ihr aus dem Weg zu gehen. Als ich sie das erste Mal sah dachte ich, man müsste sie retten, da sie kurz vorm ertrinken sei. Sie krault. Vorwärts und rückwärts. Vorwärts geht es noch, es wirkt etwas ungelenk und bedrohlich, aber sie kommt voran. Rückwärts jedoch, herrje, wenn ich das nur filmen dürfte!!! Bei jeder Armbewegung taucht Ritas Kopf komplett unter. Man sieht nur noch ein Stück vom hellblauen Badeanzug. Ihre ausgefeilte Schwimmtechnik lässt Strudel entstehen, die den Bademeister zwingen alle Eltern zu warnen, Ihre Kinder doch bitte aus dem Becken zu holen. Über die Lautsprecher wird verkündet, dass nun nur noch besonders gute Schwimmer im Becken allowed to stay for about an hour and a state of emergency exists in the pool.
Stop this scenario is then always around 11.30 clock from Veteran . The veteran who lost his leg in the war, his left. He saunters to the edge of the pool on crutches, from there it walking aids and artificial leg and enters immediately, on one leg the pelvis. Rita and the veteran may not be. It is rumored that they had earlier times had a relationship, but he broke her heart because he let himself get with Gerd's sister Inge inflagranti. Since then, the veteran Rita's nemesis. So they leave as soon as they saw him angry the indoor pool, so the veteran is very popular. Also, I like him.
fins Greetings
your
FrauJ
Everything was as usual: in separate pools of aqua fitness course splashed in front of him, outside designated stupid children kicked pool noodles to laser swords and off virtual heads, a few retirees were in the way and I dived straight in on the sports car when he was the Etablissement entered. The Lord, Son of God: Jesus.
I could not believe my eyes. He had long, slightly wavy, medium brown Hair, and changed how God created him, dressed only with natural white shorts to the pool. So he stood on the pool deck, looking onto the water. I waited for the moment when he would begin the first step. I felt as if he would be going the same, once on the water surface blessed, everything, and then left. Which was not so. He turned to the children's pool, spread out his arms slightly and rose reverently down the steps into the children's pool. The entire pool stopped, admired Jesus, who moved so graceful, reverent, Glorio. So he walked into the pool and I already knew. Yes! I looked around searching. John. Equality had yet to come John. I would witness the Taufszene. Terrific! I had so often heard that there should be a new Jesus, but that he would be baptized in my pool, in my presence, I could not guess yes!
excitedly looking so I looked around for John laughed and visited my school Religionsabneigung. Crap! What was John? Would I recognize him?
suddenly entered the Mr. Bean the stage. Honest. I know how absurd that sounds, but I almost went down with laughter. This guy looked really like Mr.Bean. He entered the scenario in black trunks, yellow flip-flops and a backpack. Even now Jesus stared gene door and was also fascinated.
It must have been minutes, use the swimming pool remained in silence and meditation, until, without Vorwahrnung, all dissolved quickly in normality.
Jesus realized his mistake and moved with the children's pool, completely unspectacular, caused by the 'Great', Mr. Bean or for a little amusement, as he almost with a rucksack into the water rose, but then everything was normal.
And then there was Rita! Rita, the Goldfischlein. Proud of your character 72, tanned, daily swimming. Who knows Rita loves them, especially if it is not there! Rita is the gefüchtetste swimmer in the whole province. It has developed over the years a swimming style that seeks its equal. This woman is alone creates three lanes to beschwimmen - und zwar so, dass man einfach nicht in der Lage ist, ihr aus dem Weg zu gehen. Als ich sie das erste Mal sah dachte ich, man müsste sie retten, da sie kurz vorm ertrinken sei. Sie krault. Vorwärts und rückwärts. Vorwärts geht es noch, es wirkt etwas ungelenk und bedrohlich, aber sie kommt voran. Rückwärts jedoch, herrje, wenn ich das nur filmen dürfte!!! Bei jeder Armbewegung taucht Ritas Kopf komplett unter. Man sieht nur noch ein Stück vom hellblauen Badeanzug. Ihre ausgefeilte Schwimmtechnik lässt Strudel entstehen, die den Bademeister zwingen alle Eltern zu warnen, Ihre Kinder doch bitte aus dem Becken zu holen. Über die Lautsprecher wird verkündet, dass nun nur noch besonders gute Schwimmer im Becken allowed to stay for about an hour and a state of emergency exists in the pool.
Stop this scenario is then always around 11.30 clock from Veteran . The veteran who lost his leg in the war, his left. He saunters to the edge of the pool on crutches, from there it walking aids and artificial leg and enters immediately, on one leg the pelvis. Rita and the veteran may not be. It is rumored that they had earlier times had a relationship, but he broke her heart because he let himself get with Gerd's sister Inge inflagranti. Since then, the veteran Rita's nemesis. So they leave as soon as they saw him angry the indoor pool, so the veteran is very popular. Also, I like him.
fins Greetings
your
FrauJ
Wednesday, October 8, 2008
How Synyster Gates Hair
About time!
I managed just something that I've never succeeded so: I have a day came too soon! Before, I never had
scheduling problems. I was just always on time, no matter how much I had to do, I always managed. Then, sometime, I heard the rumor that I would indeed like so always too late, at least fifteen minutes. At first amused me and yet also among my friends, it became a running gag (Always, when I arrived, this was accompanied with the words: "Ah, it's already so late," ) ... After some time I decided to put an end, while I was ostensibly too late at least 20 minutes. Somehow that was then very quickly out of control. For 20 minutes, 30, then right for an hour, 1.5 hours and finally I went on dates to forget. This all happened slowly, almost without my knowledge. At some point I realized I am trapped in this stage of life, inability to timely ...
I recently looked around for information centers, searching for self-help groups, found help but nothing that made me seem to be able to. Basically, I'm not even too blame for my situation, right? Had no one that stupid rumor into the world, I would have continued his life time.
try Recently I am now but specifically to create such a thing as a moderate punctuality of the day and create it more often, although not complete on time, but still close in time to appear.
Today, however, I amazed myself, not only awoke that I mentioned at the incredibly early hour and immediately went jogging, no, I then took a shower, answering mails, began two new texts, tweeted and left the Internet with perfect timing, and then some 15 minutes later in front of a closed office door 4 Floor stand. A phone call about 11 minutes later told me: I'm on time. Right time, right place ... unfortunately the wrong day! At first I thought
really a joke when I then Allerd, arrived back at home, rummaging in my files (after a yellow, small items sought, which had to be here somewhere ...) I found: 09/10/2008
I have decided to ditch the deadline tomorrow so to compensate ... for my karma ...
now I will stop all efforts to be punctual.
Maybe I do not even no events or only events with 'flexitime', with such rough information when it could be that I'm here, that it precisely but can be just as well that I do not show, or a day earlier or a day later ...
time completely pressure-free greetings
your
FrauJ 
I managed just something that I've never succeeded so: I have a day came too soon! Before, I never had
scheduling problems. I was just always on time, no matter how much I had to do, I always managed. Then, sometime, I heard the rumor that I would indeed like so always too late, at least fifteen minutes. At first amused me and yet also among my friends, it became a running gag (Always, when I arrived, this was accompanied with the words: "Ah, it's already so late," ) ... After some time I decided to put an end, while I was ostensibly too late at least 20 minutes. Somehow that was then very quickly out of control. For 20 minutes, 30, then right for an hour, 1.5 hours and finally I went on dates to forget. This all happened slowly, almost without my knowledge. At some point I realized I am trapped in this stage of life, inability to timely ...
I recently looked around for information centers, searching for self-help groups, found help but nothing that made me seem to be able to. Basically, I'm not even too blame for my situation, right? Had no one that stupid rumor into the world, I would have continued his life time.
try Recently I am now but specifically to create such a thing as a moderate punctuality of the day and create it more often, although not complete on time, but still close in time to appear.
Today, however, I amazed myself, not only awoke that I mentioned at the incredibly early hour and immediately went jogging, no, I then took a shower, answering mails, began two new texts, tweeted and left the Internet with perfect timing, and then some 15 minutes later in front of a closed office door 4 Floor stand. A phone call about 11 minutes later told me: I'm on time. Right time, right place ... unfortunately the wrong day! At first I thought
really a joke when I then Allerd, arrived back at home, rummaging in my files (after a yellow, small items sought, which had to be here somewhere ...) I found: 09/10/2008
I have decided to ditch the deadline tomorrow so to compensate ... for my karma ...
now I will stop all efforts to be punctual.
Maybe I do not even no events or only events with 'flexitime', with such rough information when it could be that I'm here, that it precisely but can be just as well that I do not show, or a day earlier or a day later ...
time completely pressure-free greetings
your
FrauJ
Sunday, October 5, 2008
Greetings To The Church
U Back - obituary
U Back, the baker of my confidence. Comfortably located at the Frankfurter Allee, right at Auf-/Abgang to the subway station Magdalene Street; therefore also U Back ... As we sat in the spring and summer often out there, the Frankfurter Allee us with subtle 100db purred in his ear, while the U5 sent in a 3-minute intervals a rumble the underground shaft up. The kiosk next door, has already accommodated to 8am in the morning to alcohol consumption is not averse contemporaries, who provided us with the latest headlines in the image and grandiose researched political contexts. They would just as they were able to invite to Anne Will ... At least three times a week, we received to the hardware store plastic chairs down there, drinking cheap coffee and tried to wake up. Those were the days!
a time I was not there, and when I returned home, everything was different. U-back is moved, a corner on. They call themselves continue U-Back, which I think in light of the current distance to the subway station to be excessive. Once stood on the plate: U Back - Bakery & croissant, with its special appeal constituted, that it almost never was croissants. Now it says; U Back - Bakery &: Guarded, or so, but there's now more croissants. And the waitresses have new aprons, Chairs are without clean and new, the store is clean inside, red and beige painted and there are even candles on the table.
short U Back is now posh!
I liked this rancid, imperfect shop with the Schechter-tempered waitresses, and now everything is bright, clean and friendly ... spurious.
is probably the proximity to Prenzlberg to do that. Since is all posh and every tiny shop is in and hip and new, and better than anything before and Bio! Not to mention trillions of Everything is now organic and better and more healthy and green, red, crisp, fresh ...
I miss the old U Back.
Maybe I'm taking out a loan and rent the old shop. As I will reopen. The new OLD U Back. I will stir in instant coffee in lukewarm water and demand for € 1.80, I'll sell sticky bread rolls and a croissant if anyone would like to say I will! "croissants hammer non dat looks like Paris here, or what ... right? Schrippe could 'have se. "
And then I'll smile and tell of the past, when U Back was a wonderful Ranzladen ...
nostalgic greetings
your
FrauJ
a time I was not there, and when I returned home, everything was different. U-back is moved, a corner on. They call themselves continue U-Back, which I think in light of the current distance to the subway station to be excessive. Once stood on the plate: U Back - Bakery & croissant, with its special appeal constituted, that it almost never was croissants. Now it says; U Back - Bakery &: Guarded, or so, but there's now more croissants. And the waitresses have new aprons, Chairs are without clean and new, the store is clean inside, red and beige painted and there are even candles on the table.
short U Back is now posh!
I liked this rancid, imperfect shop with the Schechter-tempered waitresses, and now everything is bright, clean and friendly ... spurious.
is probably the proximity to Prenzlberg to do that. Since is all posh and every tiny shop is in and hip and new, and better than anything before and Bio! Not to mention trillions of Everything is now organic and better and more healthy and green, red, crisp, fresh ...
I miss the old U Back.
Maybe I'm taking out a loan and rent the old shop. As I will reopen. The new OLD U Back. I will stir in instant coffee in lukewarm water and demand for € 1.80, I'll sell sticky bread rolls and a croissant if anyone would like to say I will! "croissants hammer non dat looks like Paris here, or what ... right? Schrippe could 'have se. "
And then I'll smile and tell of the past, when U Back was a wonderful Ranzladen ...
nostalgic greetings
your
FrauJ
Friday, October 3, 2008
Harry Potter Yaoi Lemon
kitsch kitsch kitsch - and is looking forward FrauJ
I was with GEPA in Wuppertal. Actually, just to buy chocolate, fair trade, and coffee and cocoa. And what I found there? Dots dishes!
look:
It's cheesy and I think it has not really much use. But I like it! Oh, Did I mention that it has Püntchen? Colorful dots!
No, um, I'm grown up, yes, thank you ....
(Also, it fits quite wonderful to now Day of German Unity , right? Cup and pot in such Hamonie ... hach how beautiful!)
It's cheesy and I think it has not really much use. But I like it! Oh, Did I mention that it has Püntchen? Colorful dots! No, um, I'm grown up, yes, thank you ....
(Also, it fits quite wonderful to now Day of German Unity , right? Cup and pot in such Hamonie ... hach how beautiful!)
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Social Reasons For Recycling Copper
= web accelerator particle accelerator?
yet never, really never in my history of rail travel it was so that by I booked a train arrived on time. It usually began with reliable already ten minutes late at the starting station, which could be made up made within the next three stations though, but just before reaching the destination station was any Püntlichkeit crushed by fate. I already had everything. Overhead line damage unknown software tete, (Please, how can something be unexpected?) Sites, persons in the track area, turnout problems or also like a failing on-board electronics, which has the result that the train is shut down completely in every station. This was of course during a night trip, so I initially unknown, then in an emergency and only after five minutes in was 'real' light. After three stations with this procedure, they asked all the passengers in the connecting train to upgrade, so leave an hour later, the Berlin, but we had already obtained. They followed this advice, which meant that the Ersatzzug was filled, like an Indian bus ...
Now that the train from Berlin-Ostbahnhof to Hanover, where I went to went perfectly, she decided to direct it at the next station to do the same Vorgängerzug and the technical failure to give. I am inclined to assume that I am something like a 'bad track Aura' own wish, just do not load all the blame on me. Well, what can I say? That day I reached Essen Hbf. cozy 3 Stunden Verspätung - auch sehr zur Freude meines Abholbefohlenen ...
Mittlerweile plane ich in meine Reisen immer die Verspätungen mit ein, wobei ich von durchschnittlich einer Stunde ausgehe. So mir nun die Bahn eine Ankuntszeit von 18.34 Uhr prophezeit, übermittle ich meinen Abholern 19.34Uhr. Bisher lief dies problemlos-bis Sonntag. Diesen Sonntag kam ich zu früh! Der Zug rollte drei Minuten früher als geplant in den Zielbahnhof ein, obwohl wir mitten auf der Strecke schon mal auf eine Verspätungssequenz von etwa 20 Minuten kamen. Jetzt kann ich mich nicht mal mehr auf die Unpünktlichkeit der Bahn verlassen grrrrrrrrrrrr Wie soll ich nun Reisen planen? (... vielleicht liegt es an CERN, oder? Könnte doch be ... who knows what unforeseen consequences has such a particle accelerator ...)
confused timely greetings
FrauJ 
yet never, really never in my history of rail travel it was so that by I booked a train arrived on time. It usually began with reliable already ten minutes late at the starting station, which could be made up made within the next three stations though, but just before reaching the destination station was any Püntlichkeit crushed by fate. I already had everything. Overhead line damage unknown software tete, (Please, how can something be unexpected?) Sites, persons in the track area, turnout problems or also like a failing on-board electronics, which has the result that the train is shut down completely in every station. This was of course during a night trip, so I initially unknown, then in an emergency and only after five minutes in was 'real' light. After three stations with this procedure, they asked all the passengers in the connecting train to upgrade, so leave an hour later, the Berlin, but we had already obtained. They followed this advice, which meant that the Ersatzzug was filled, like an Indian bus ...
Now that the train from Berlin-Ostbahnhof to Hanover, where I went to went perfectly, she decided to direct it at the next station to do the same Vorgängerzug and the technical failure to give. I am inclined to assume that I am something like a 'bad track Aura' own wish, just do not load all the blame on me. Well, what can I say? That day I reached Essen Hbf. cozy 3 Stunden Verspätung - auch sehr zur Freude meines Abholbefohlenen ...
Mittlerweile plane ich in meine Reisen immer die Verspätungen mit ein, wobei ich von durchschnittlich einer Stunde ausgehe. So mir nun die Bahn eine Ankuntszeit von 18.34 Uhr prophezeit, übermittle ich meinen Abholern 19.34Uhr. Bisher lief dies problemlos-bis Sonntag. Diesen Sonntag kam ich zu früh! Der Zug rollte drei Minuten früher als geplant in den Zielbahnhof ein, obwohl wir mitten auf der Strecke schon mal auf eine Verspätungssequenz von etwa 20 Minuten kamen. Jetzt kann ich mich nicht mal mehr auf die Unpünktlichkeit der Bahn verlassen grrrrrrrrrrrr Wie soll ich nun Reisen planen? (... vielleicht liegt es an CERN, oder? Könnte doch be ... who knows what unforeseen consequences has such a particle accelerator ...)
confused timely greetings
FrauJ
Monday, September 15, 2008
Desmume 9.5 Jogando Heart Gold
today as everything is super!
Katastrophendeklination: It's cold. I'm cold. I turn on the heating. The heater is cold. The heater is cold. I'm cold. It is cold.
Had the week and the holding of its drainage cold snap can start wonderful, as with a heater that chooses to go down?
All radiators remain cold shower and is also only with cold water. At least with Duschwassererhitzproblem tells me the intelligent heating, what bothers them: Error 22 - Pressure switch does not turn on. Well, thank you for the information. Just what is a pressure switch or what he does, where he sits, and most importantly, why does not he condemned what he should appear, namely, jump!!
I try something 'incorrect' to find the heater. But even the water pressure gauge shows green and everything seems ok.
Well, I just call the plumber. He says that I must fill up with water ... I declare that the pressure gauge shows green , he just says something like hmmmmm .... hmmmm .... yes .... hmmmmmm and then says that it'll probably lay on the pressure sensor. I should time the heating off and on again!
Um, hello? I am a woman! I solve all technical problems first by a 'reset'. I turn, what is broken off, to make it hopeful for a short while back on. Of this works wonderfully, but even after three attempts, worked not for the heater. The installer hmmmmte way around another one, to tell me then that it'll on Friday between 7 and 12 clock does stop by to ... Hui, what I call fast, right?
Oh, I thank God sincerely and heartily for the last week and that also begins this week so wonderfully simple. Thank you!
Has anyone any advice?
freezing
your
FrauJ 
Katastrophendeklination: It's cold. I'm cold. I turn on the heating. The heater is cold. The heater is cold. I'm cold. It is cold.
Had the week and the holding of its drainage cold snap can start wonderful, as with a heater that chooses to go down?
All radiators remain cold shower and is also only with cold water. At least with Duschwassererhitzproblem tells me the intelligent heating, what bothers them: Error 22 - Pressure switch does not turn on. Well, thank you for the information. Just what is a pressure switch or what he does, where he sits, and most importantly, why does not he condemned what he should appear, namely, jump!!
I try something 'incorrect' to find the heater. But even the water pressure gauge shows green and everything seems ok.
Well, I just call the plumber. He says that I must fill up with water ... I declare that the pressure gauge shows green , he just says something like hmmmmm .... hmmmm .... yes .... hmmmmmm and then says that it'll probably lay on the pressure sensor. I should time the heating off and on again!
Um, hello? I am a woman! I solve all technical problems first by a 'reset'. I turn, what is broken off, to make it hopeful for a short while back on. Of this works wonderfully, but even after three attempts, worked not for the heater. The installer hmmmmte way around another one, to tell me then that it'll on Friday between 7 and 12 clock does stop by to ... Hui, what I call fast, right?
Oh, I thank God sincerely and heartily for the last week and that also begins this week so wonderfully simple. Thank you!
Has anyone any advice?
freezing
your
FrauJ
Friday, September 12, 2008
Iron Board Lever Broke
cooking class I, today: Katstrophen Home-made - to Kartoffelbreisuppe burnt onions
Ich hatte hunger und wollte essen. 5 Minuten Nahrungssuche verrieten mir: heute gibt es Kartoffelbrei mit irgendwas dazu. Geht ja auch ganz schnell und einfach - so der theoretische Ansatz ...
(Und: ich kann wirklich super kochen, eigentlich ...)
Ok, ich brauch Milch. Hat man doch immer im Haus, oder? Ok, seit 29.07.2008 abgelaufen ... aber ist ja noch ungeöffnet und schließlich ist es haltbare Milch und sooooooo lange ist die nu auch wieder nich drüber, oder? Ein kurzer Riechtest verät mir: ja, geht gut so. Also, alle Komponenten im Haus - wunderbar.
Ich halte mich möglichst genau an die Zubereitungsvorschriften des Alnatura-Kartoffelpürree s, well, at least as far as I can, because some are missing but Utensile. For example, a pair of scissors that would help me to open the foil pouch that closes me direct access to Trockenpürreepulver ... But is that way. Moreover, I lack a measuring cup so as to measure in almost exactly 1 / 4 l milk and water .... but it also makes nothing, because know the good housewife fit almost into a coffee cup 250ml liquid, we would have solved the problem so well. Missing Tool # 3 is a whisk. I know I have even three pieces of this damn parts, but never when I need it ... but here my memory helps to grandmotherly hostess tips: two Forks are just as good as a whisk.
Well, then! Ham 'we's do it!
So I bring milk and water to a boil, add salt and nutmeg to, then stir the contents of a bag .... hmm .... somehow .... slimy matter will be soon enough. After three minutes, stirring with a desperate grandmother whisk imitation I try the mucus ... to spit it out immediately! I read to ...
Ah, ah well ... earlier one had ever doing anything but salt, right? I have so long Fertigkartoffelpürree no longer made, that I missed this innovation? In Alnatura it does not need more salt, and no nutmeg. I also had half the milk until after cooking will add ... hmm, probably my mash is therefore more soup and tastes like salt dough .... with nutmeg and then there is that one should add a little butter, to taste rounding. One piece! Stand bit because not used to be? 250g butter 600g to about mashed potatoes - delicious.
While I decided my work so it regarded the last onion, which I thought my Gaumenschmauß refine, to change into my cup in a few minutes in some charcoal like - when I smelled it, it was too late.
I'll try again next week - but now I prefer a bread-lubricating.
Bon appetit!
FrauJ
intent for next week: the mash due provision prepare and send the photo in front of him melted butter to the puree to Alnatura with the request, but the eating it yourself. 
Ich hatte hunger und wollte essen. 5 Minuten Nahrungssuche verrieten mir: heute gibt es Kartoffelbrei mit irgendwas dazu. Geht ja auch ganz schnell und einfach - so der theoretische Ansatz ...
(Und: ich kann wirklich super kochen, eigentlich ...)
Ok, ich brauch Milch. Hat man doch immer im Haus, oder? Ok, seit 29.07.2008 abgelaufen ... aber ist ja noch ungeöffnet und schließlich ist es haltbare Milch und sooooooo lange ist die nu auch wieder nich drüber, oder? Ein kurzer Riechtest verät mir: ja, geht gut so. Also, alle Komponenten im Haus - wunderbar.
Ich halte mich möglichst genau an die Zubereitungsvorschriften des Alnatura-Kartoffelpürree s, well, at least as far as I can, because some are missing but Utensile. For example, a pair of scissors that would help me to open the foil pouch that closes me direct access to Trockenpürreepulver ... But is that way. Moreover, I lack a measuring cup so as to measure in almost exactly 1 / 4 l milk and water .... but it also makes nothing, because know the good housewife fit almost into a coffee cup 250ml liquid, we would have solved the problem so well. Missing Tool # 3 is a whisk. I know I have even three pieces of this damn parts, but never when I need it ... but here my memory helps to grandmotherly hostess tips: two Forks are just as good as a whisk.
Well, then! Ham 'we's do it!
So I bring milk and water to a boil, add salt and nutmeg to, then stir the contents of a bag .... hmm .... somehow .... slimy matter will be soon enough. After three minutes, stirring with a desperate grandmother whisk imitation I try the mucus ... to spit it out immediately! I read to ...
Ah, ah well ... earlier one had ever doing anything but salt, right? I have so long Fertigkartoffelpürree no longer made, that I missed this innovation? In Alnatura it does not need more salt, and no nutmeg. I also had half the milk until after cooking will add ... hmm, probably my mash is therefore more soup and tastes like salt dough .... with nutmeg and then there is that one should add a little butter, to taste rounding. One piece! Stand bit because not used to be? 250g butter 600g to about mashed potatoes - delicious.
While I decided my work so it regarded the last onion, which I thought my Gaumenschmauß refine, to change into my cup in a few minutes in some charcoal like - when I smelled it, it was too late.
I'll try again next week - but now I prefer a bread-lubricating.
Bon appetit!
FrauJ
intent for next week: the mash due provision prepare and send the photo in front of him melted butter to the puree to Alnatura with the request, but the eating it yourself.
Thursday, September 11, 2008
Difference Between Muscular Pain And Bone Pain
Should I? Gerd
Should I make observations on the 11th September? Is this relevant?
I do not know what I say.
time we bought salt, because Grandma said "In war, as one needs salt."
They forced us to buy salt for quasi. She called all the relatives and invited everyone to stock up with salt. Grandma has finally been through a war - the need to know it.
to us all around thinking: "Uiuiui ... ... which is war, surely now nobody is safe anymore.."
And how does it look like, seven years after the attacks ?
grandma was right, sort of a war. But it is less the Alkaida that scares me. It is more the American panic over all unknowns that worry me. I mean, let's face it: we now have passports with biometric data! Even babies need. That's ridiculous, right? People are taken nail scissors and pens when they enter an aircraft and our new toll facilities, which now seem so at last to work somehow have to recognize not only capable of trucks, but also faces and will later times assist in the dragnet and so (and what your intended ' and so ' be?) When I say on the phone something like bomb , explosives or assassination jumps, then immediately to a small computer to dump the rest and save for months. And even now as I type this here look bots from the network for such words and they will find, even on my page (Dear CIA !)...
And? Is it safer as a result? hmm .... I think it is only monitored ... However, find what really has relevance, instead of somewhere else anyway, right? ...
Today, a murmur and sigh goes through the media. All lay mines on concern and talk of what was there once, seven years from the bad, bad attack, while, right now, move away, in Georgia, a Russian army not and continue to terrorize the people. While in China human rights are trampled underfoot. While in Nigeria further children in our cheap clothes sewn from fabrics woven in India, also by children and dyed in Pakistan including by children, and like even half the land so polluted ...
There is so much what just happened. But to remember is
remind you of past speeches and big swing of course more important, as up to date what to do. For the 11th
September is so wonderfully terrible, moving pictures ... because you can complain very quickly arouse pity and a bit ... us, it's so bad, we poor.
today Ökoshirt fair trade
FrauJ 
Should I make observations on the 11th September? Is this relevant?
I do not know what I say.
time we bought salt, because Grandma said "In war, as one needs salt."
They forced us to buy salt for quasi. She called all the relatives and invited everyone to stock up with salt. Grandma has finally been through a war - the need to know it.
to us all around thinking: "Uiuiui ... ... which is war, surely now nobody is safe anymore.."
And how does it look like, seven years after the attacks ?
grandma was right, sort of a war. But it is less the Alkaida that scares me. It is more the American panic over all unknowns that worry me. I mean, let's face it: we now have passports with biometric data! Even babies need. That's ridiculous, right? People are taken nail scissors and pens when they enter an aircraft and our new toll facilities, which now seem so at last to work somehow have to recognize not only capable of trucks, but also faces and will later times assist in the dragnet and so (and what your intended ' and so ' be?) When I say on the phone something like bomb , explosives or assassination jumps, then immediately to a small computer to dump the rest and save for months. And even now as I type this here look bots from the network for such words and they will find, even on my page (Dear CIA !)...
And? Is it safer as a result? hmm .... I think it is only monitored ... However, find what really has relevance, instead of somewhere else anyway, right? ...
Today, a murmur and sigh goes through the media. All lay mines on concern and talk of what was there once, seven years from the bad, bad attack, while, right now, move away, in Georgia, a Russian army not and continue to terrorize the people. While in China human rights are trampled underfoot. While in Nigeria further children in our cheap clothes sewn from fabrics woven in India, also by children and dyed in Pakistan including by children, and like even half the land so polluted ...
There is so much what just happened. But to remember is
remind you of past speeches and big swing of course more important, as up to date what to do. For the 11th
September is so wonderfully terrible, moving pictures ... because you can complain very quickly arouse pity and a bit ... us, it's so bad, we poor.
today Ökoshirt fair trade
FrauJ
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
What Are The Attributes Of A Firefighter
the class president
Swimming can be so great! ... and it is called swimming pool, too , right? Unfortunately, the mutated today to pensioners paddling pool. I do not know where they came from and I do not know why there were so many, I only know that they stood in my way - and I mean all! Why do we celebrate ne cocktail party in the middle of the sports car?
brought my decent annoyed glances towards lifeguard absolutely nichts. Der lächelte nur zurück, winkte einmal kurz, das war's. (sehe ich vielleicht aus, als wolle ich flirten, wenn ich genervt gucke? ... ich muss das beobachten, also: mich) Folglich unterdrückte ich meine Wut noch für gut zwei Bahnschwimmversuche, um dann endlich was zu sagen:
Ich: (höflich) "Könnten Sie vielleicht die Bahn wechseln? Ich möchte hier gern schwimmen."
Oma_1: "...wir sind immer hier!"
Oma_2: "...es ist so voll heute, wo sollen wir denn sonst hin? ...Gerd, he Gerd ... sag der Frau mal, wie voll es heute ist."
Opa_1[vermutlich Gerd]: "... wir sind 3 Mal die Woche hier!"
Oma_2: "... and it is so full today, Gerd, it is so full!"
Gerd: . ... And it is so full today, since no one has an orbit of its own! "
I: "... I would also only ..."
Opa_2: "What does she want Gerd?"
(Gerd I think is something like the "class representative" of this group)
Oma_1: "They want us to go by train."
Gerd: "We should get away because she wants the web for themselves."
Opa_2: ! "Tell her that no one today has its own train is so crowded today."
Gerd: "I've already told her."
Oma_2: (to everyone else) "Gerd has already told her that it is too full and we split the sheets must."
A murmur passes through the retirees group, I do not understand. One speaks in Old German, Sütterlin, or Aramaic. Then turning to me, Gerd: Gerd
: "As long as they want to swim for as yet, young lady?"
I: "At least an hour."
Gerd: "Why?"
I: "... because I want to train." (I answer only very stupid. It is absolutely absurd and surreal, this has happened. I think even their faces have changed and sometimes have I feel they communicate wordlessly, silently with each other ...)
Gerd turns back to the group and they whisper to each other by, seem to be deliberate. I wait. Gerd suddenly turns to me again.
Gerd: "We will go a little to the side and they can then swim past us (after they move all together and some on the left) ... Now it should be enough, is not it."
I: "Yes, thank you."
Then Gerd throws the lifeguard to a look that nods briefly and continues the company retired its lively exchange. I will no longer observed.
Somehow creepy, right? The worst
is: that was really so!
pensioners were always suspicious of me already, but today ... hmm.
fins greetings
FrauJ 
Swimming can be so great! ... and it is called swimming pool, too , right? Unfortunately, the mutated today to pensioners paddling pool. I do not know where they came from and I do not know why there were so many, I only know that they stood in my way - and I mean all! Why do we celebrate ne cocktail party in the middle of the sports car?
brought my decent annoyed glances towards lifeguard absolutely nichts. Der lächelte nur zurück, winkte einmal kurz, das war's. (sehe ich vielleicht aus, als wolle ich flirten, wenn ich genervt gucke? ... ich muss das beobachten, also: mich) Folglich unterdrückte ich meine Wut noch für gut zwei Bahnschwimmversuche, um dann endlich was zu sagen:
Ich: (höflich) "Könnten Sie vielleicht die Bahn wechseln? Ich möchte hier gern schwimmen."
Oma_1: "...wir sind immer hier!"
Oma_2: "...es ist so voll heute, wo sollen wir denn sonst hin? ...Gerd, he Gerd ... sag der Frau mal, wie voll es heute ist."
Opa_1[vermutlich Gerd]: "... wir sind 3 Mal die Woche hier!"
Oma_2: "... and it is so full today, Gerd, it is so full!"
Gerd: . ... And it is so full today, since no one has an orbit of its own! "
I: "... I would also only ..."
Opa_2: "What does she want Gerd?"
(Gerd I think is something like the "class representative" of this group)
Oma_1: "They want us to go by train."
Gerd: "We should get away because she wants the web for themselves."
Opa_2: ! "Tell her that no one today has its own train is so crowded today."
Gerd: "I've already told her."
Oma_2: (to everyone else) "Gerd has already told her that it is too full and we split the sheets must."
A murmur passes through the retirees group, I do not understand. One speaks in Old German, Sütterlin, or Aramaic. Then turning to me, Gerd: Gerd
: "As long as they want to swim for as yet, young lady?"
I: "At least an hour."
Gerd: "Why?"
I: "... because I want to train." (I answer only very stupid. It is absolutely absurd and surreal, this has happened. I think even their faces have changed and sometimes have I feel they communicate wordlessly, silently with each other ...)
Gerd turns back to the group and they whisper to each other by, seem to be deliberate. I wait. Gerd suddenly turns to me again.
Gerd: "We will go a little to the side and they can then swim past us (after they move all together and some on the left) ... Now it should be enough, is not it."
I: "Yes, thank you."
Then Gerd throws the lifeguard to a look that nods briefly and continues the company retired its lively exchange. I will no longer observed.
Somehow creepy, right? The worst
is: that was really so!
pensioners were always suspicious of me already, but today ... hmm.
fins greetings
FrauJ
Saturday, September 6, 2008
Holly Willoughby's Birthday Cake 2011
keywords [Note # I to me]
key to make the most sense if and when they are at the same time with a self before the closed door. And only then! 
key to make the most sense if and when they are at the same time with a self before the closed door. And only then!
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
Invocation Prayer For Graduation In The Army
error analysis: police with boredom, car drivers and why you should ALWAYS be talking to officials ....
It follows (again) an original sound collage:
[... on any road that is no, because the inner city, but that looks so green because ...]
Two men in blue waving me out. First, I think: What are these types and what do they want? Then I remember me of the recently umgesetzte neue EU-Richtlinie und stelle fest: das sind Polizisten ... muss ich also doch anhalten. Shit!
Ich, mit defektem Fensterheber auf Fahrerseite, öffne die Tür.
Fehler 1:
Ich sage: "Entschuldigung, der blöde Fensterheber ist schon seit Wochen kaputt, ich komm einfach nicht in die Werkstatt."
Der Beamte notiert stillschweigend den kaputten Fensterheber und schaut mich mit hochgezogener Augenbraue an.
Fehler 2:
Ich sage: "Ok, wie schnell war ich?"
Er: "Sind sie zu schnell gefahren?"
Ich: "Ich weiß nicht, bin ich?"
Er: "Funktioniert ihr Tacho auch nicht?"
Me: "But , long time again ..."
He: "How fast were they?"
I: "Well, if they do not know ..."
He: hmm "... they know how fast they can drive here?"
Error 3:
I say, "Yes , 70 to 75 than I was ..."
He: "75?"
I: so, at most.
He: "Here is 50th"
I: swallow ... trying to smile.
I state very quickly: I've messed up. Nothing helps more.
On the way to the trunk and the first aid kit I'm looking for any thoughtful explanation of what the officer will find there now ... I find nothing, and he finds there are two first aid kits, some with expired content, but are together a perfectly proper first aid kit and please also to evaluate as such! ... letting me go through this because I promise to get home, everything sort of reasonable in a box - that I would find so anything you do not believe me.
I got away. It was still quite fond of me. No punishment for my driving style. No penalty for first aid kits. It's not a bad world ...
Thank you. 
It follows (again) an original sound collage:
[... on any road that is no, because the inner city, but that looks so green because ...]
Two men in blue waving me out. First, I think: What are these types and what do they want? Then I remember me of the recently umgesetzte neue EU-Richtlinie und stelle fest: das sind Polizisten ... muss ich also doch anhalten. Shit!
Ich, mit defektem Fensterheber auf Fahrerseite, öffne die Tür.
Fehler 1:
Ich sage: "Entschuldigung, der blöde Fensterheber ist schon seit Wochen kaputt, ich komm einfach nicht in die Werkstatt."
Der Beamte notiert stillschweigend den kaputten Fensterheber und schaut mich mit hochgezogener Augenbraue an.
Fehler 2:
Ich sage: "Ok, wie schnell war ich?"
Er: "Sind sie zu schnell gefahren?"
Ich: "Ich weiß nicht, bin ich?"
Er: "Funktioniert ihr Tacho auch nicht?"
Me: "But , long time again ..."
He: "How fast were they?"
I: "Well, if they do not know ..."
He: hmm "... they know how fast they can drive here?"
Error 3:
I say, "Yes , 70 to 75 than I was ..."
He: "75?"
I: so, at most.
He: "Here is 50th"
I: swallow ... trying to smile.
I state very quickly: I've messed up. Nothing helps more.
On the way to the trunk and the first aid kit I'm looking for any thoughtful explanation of what the officer will find there now ... I find nothing, and he finds there are two first aid kits, some with expired content, but are together a perfectly proper first aid kit and please also to evaluate as such! ... letting me go through this because I promise to get home, everything sort of reasonable in a box - that I would find so anything you do not believe me.
I got away. It was still quite fond of me. No punishment for my driving style. No penalty for first aid kits. It's not a bad world ...
Thank you.
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