Advantages In Wearing A Girdle

Wild Thing


"Wild Thing, you make my heart sing!"
From the establishment roared the first karaoke sounds of the evening on the terrace. There was I use Heinz, a German engineer who worked at NASA. German engineers at NASA: It was somehow tradition.
A great day was drawing to a close. Thirty-two degrees in the shade, if it were for ever been anywhere shadows, dark blue sky. The Space Shuttle launch was a few hours, and while Heinz and I were busy hineinzuschütten the contents of a pitcher with an American beer imitation in us, we watched the NASA-freighter, the two spent solid rocket of Atlantis to Port Canaveral brought back. As I said, a wonderful day.

When inside the pub on a women's combo "Oops, I did it again!" trying Heinz took the urgent suggestion that we should warping to another, cozier place. Sometimes the sailor jargon went through with it, but I knew what he meant. So we made our way to his old Oldsmobile, and nearly ten minutes later we reached a place of subculture, and here we are discussing now is not necessary to determine whether the presence of a subculture of a culture necessarily implies.
The same place was on the other side of the harbor of Port Canaveral, where the fishermen moored in the evening with their catch. At the end of the wharf, there was an old warehouse next to a thatched hut, or rather, a covered wooden counter. As always appeared in the early evening a young lady, accompanied by several coolers filled with beer and cola cans. American small business at its finest. And as they went about their business in wind and weather, the sailors always knew where they could go after hours to flush the salt of the taste buds.
And what about this: When a company settles successfully follow them. Heinz directed me immediately to the warehouse. At the front of a wooden staircase led up to the upper floor. In one room, which formerly had lived most of the hall supervisor, gargekochte seafood were offered. Heinz ordered several servings of crab meat, randomly arranged on paper plates. knew as a regular guest Heinz just going further: He went to the rough-hewn wooden tables, rolled from one meter from a paper prepared lying remnants role and turned it into an illusion of a damask tablecloth. And shortly afterwards proved to be uncertainty about my lack of cutlery to be unfounded: At each of the tables small wooden hammers hanging on Sisalfäden. Heinz grabbed one and began to smash the crustacean in edible parts units. The taste did not fit with the atmosphere: He was terrific! I have rarely eaten better crab meat. was

drinks are not, however. It was below the shelter. There is now some boats had arrived, and it started the competition, "Who has the longest ... uh ... fish? "They are featured on the proud sailors with their prey in addition to a bar, and the enterprising landlady fired shots with a digital camera.
Heinz ordered two cans of beer. Next to us a couple of men were engaged in a small iron ring set in a pendant so moving, that he hit a nail into a wooden beam. Those who managed to got a can of beer.
One of the men had a larger bundle of dead fish lie beside him, all as 30-40 centimeters. When he aimed the iron ring on the nail, Heinz said: "Your dinner" and pointed to the fish. Captain Ahab
hesitated briefly. "Drew! I eat the beer. "
" What, raw? "
Somehow I liked the glow in Heinz 'eyes not quite.
"Sure, crude! How else? "Laughed Ahab.
"I do not believe it."
I gasped. The guys here did not look as if they're in the mood for jokes only.
Ahab let his arm with the iron ring to drop slowly and looked at Heinz with the look of a hungry asp. "How was that?"
"I think I am not," repeated Heinz. He seemed not to disturb the situation.
"Five dollars, and I'll show you how I always eat the bugs!"
With a short blast peppered Heinz a five-dollar bill on the wooden counter. God knows where he had the fetched as fast.
Ahab wondered why no second. He let go of the ring, grabbed one of the fish and bit the head off him strongly. After he had chewed two or three times, he looked triumphantly at Heinz. And not just him. Between his lips were hanging out the two fish eyes and stared at Heinz as well. The
grinned. "Not bad."
"Once five dollars, and I swallow it," offered to Ahab difficulty articulating.
Heinz took five milliseconds to hit at the second bill on the counter.
Ahab began the abstruse work. Meanwhile
said one of his cronies. "If you give me even five dollars, I'll thump him one on the muzzle, so he swallows faster"
He had not finished the sentence, since the bill was ready. And just as quickly Ahab came to enjoy the essunterstützenden measure.
Someone else said: "The idiots should someone call to order" - and whoosh! was the next bill on the table. Five minutes later, Heinz
another eight notes going on and the scene was like the court to hell. Heinz pulled my sleeve to behind her car. When he accelerated, he said: "At that point you should be better, since it Uncomfortable. "
I was stunned. "How do you know?"
"Do I once a week. Is it funny, right? "
Exhausted, I slumped in the passenger seat. Five dollars! One wonders why the American defense budget approaching the trillion limit, if one could destabilize five dollar Portiönchen whole fabric of society.
When we returned to the karaoke bar, a young male voice choir intoned just "Money for nothing" Dire Straits by. That could still be clear tonight.

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© 2007 cologne-Prussian editing Institute

Brent Corrigan Escort Fees

outing


When my wife broke the fibula, I immediately had such a strange feeling. It's as if that was just the beginning of something that I did not see through. This feeling thickened to know when I was two days later into the living room and heard her say Gesine up the phone: "Oh, Mr. Schneider, but that is kind of you! Nice that you could set up the. My husband will be delighted. "The mere fact that I did not know what I would be glad suggested the opposite.
"What I will be happy?"
"Imagine, Mr. Schneider has overridden my booking for the crime to travel up and also found an empty seat for next weekend. Is not it great? I know you like thrillers, too. "
Well, what can I say? Now and again I read once a thriller, but not this Scandinavian-depressive social dramas in which the investigator is himself with at least one foot in the jail or the loony bin, and has at least two illegitimate children, one of which is attached to the syringe and the other of a suicide attempt hurries to the next. No, more simply knit thriller, in which world domination is at stake and the hero out of his job only women, fast cars and martinis with olives in the head. And now this!
Gesine belatschern had himself a friend of participate in a mystery trip to the Eifel. There, someone organized group manhunt for an assassin, so true with crime scene visits, evidence gathering and evidence analysis. Gesine really wanted go this weekend, but the injury had made her a spanner in the works. And now I had to spoon.
"But ..."
"But nothing! It's so nice of Mr. Schneider that he could do something on such short notice. Finally, I've already paid. And can you tell me everything so minutely. "
exactly what I had feared. Hair Small talk was: watching hair small, so that nothing escaped me. Gesine had become a routine in Detection of inconsistencies. Mystery muck! And the fact that I Mr. Schneider already abysmal hated, I need not emphasize.

The Crime community lived in a guesthouse on the outskirts of the small Eifel village. Mr. Schneider received me profusely and hurried to assure that he had every sympathy if you had to cancel due to such a serious breach of his event. And it was a pure stroke of luck that there was an empty seat this weekend. In the eleven other guests if they were a group, a kind of outing that, but the men certainly would not mind if I occupy the empty seat.
While I was thinking about was that a group of men booked such an arrangement, but where over seventy percent of the crime readers are women, I was on the way to breakfast together like a lover on the way the crime. His name was Luigi Caroni and reminded me of some of the characters I knew from my thrillers.
"Heng," I said. "Very pleased."
"Ah, you have determined the Signor, said of the Signor Schneider, right?" His Italian accent was unmistakable.
"Yes, probably." As he spoke
, he played with the left hand with any object in the pocket of his jacket black suit. Somewhere I heard that noise before, but I was not sure where. Was also not care. Presumably it was a keychain.
The other men looked so similar to Mr. Caroni. Moreover, they also were called something like that. For a moment it occurred to me that they were part of the production that Mr. Schneider remembered list here. But then the same Lord and his assistant went into the breakfast room and greeted those present as guests, so my theory broke down again.
"I am delighted that you are visiting us here together to solve a crime."
Some of the men began whispering, and Mr. Caroni, who was sitting next to me leaned over to me in confidence: "Has a lot of humor, il Signor Schneider, do not you?"
"Uh, but, but," I replied hastily, although I am not was quite clear, as Mr. Caroni suspected this because of the sentence uttered. However, they seemed to have across the table from a similar opinion, because out there, grinning in front of two colleagues, while for one-cleaned with a switchblade knife fingernails. Now I also fell back on where I had heard the sound of Mr Caronis pocket already: In this film, starring Bruce Willis, in which he plays a hit man and always with a Butterfly knife waving around. Slowly, I was thinking the whole situation.

"We will look at this weekend a murderer and transfer the deed," said Mr. Schneider recently. A murmur went around the table, and eleven pairs of eyes looked suspicious under furrowed brows on the host. My pair of eyes to go to Mr. Caronis lips, who said softly: "A murder is done". "A brave man, Signor Schneider
Mr. Schneider announced theatrically. "When we finished breakfast, we will go together to the scene and look at the body closer. Maybe we can find some first indications of the possible perpetrators. "
Luigi hit two or three times vigorously with his signet ring with the coffee cup. "I have a question, Signor Schneider. Will the police be there? "
" Uh, no, no, Mr. Caroni, uh, we're the police, so to speak. "
at the table burst out laughter.
Irritated said Mr. Schneider continued with his introduction. "Yes, this is quite amusing is not it? Well have, so when we visited the crime scene and secure any possible traces, we will be able to hear some witnesses in the village to collect more information. "
The cheerful mood evaporated instantly. On the other side of the table under the knife broke one manicure.
"What Witness, "asked Mr. Caroni.
"Well, are in every murder case, give it a number of people with valuable information may." Mr. Schneider, the event had obviously prepared in great detail.
"But we'll see ... And before now all be impatient, I suggest we go to the scene."

two minibuses waiting outside. Mr. Schneider drove one, the other a gentleman Grosskurth from the village. Ten minutes later we met in the vicinity of the "crime scene" one. Mr. Schneider piloted us some minutes on a trail through the undergrowth. Then we reached a clearing where there stood an old car. He was burned out, and it clearly smelled of charred door gaskets and melted dashboard.
Mr. Schneider seemed irritated. "I do not understand," he said softly.
"Something wrong?" I asked, feigning interest.
"The car is burned," Mr. Schneider seemed to struggle to be replaced.
"This is not to be overlooked. But I think this is your scene? "
" He is. But the car has burned down. This ... this was not planned. "
I took a look inside, or in what was left over from the inside. For the" corpse "you needed a damn good medical examiner.
"fingerprints we found on the dead body in any case not, "I joked courageous.
Mr. Schneider looked at me like a cow that had just been locked in a meat truck to the slaughterhouse. Then his eyes jerked around to the wreck. "A ... a dead body. There sits a corpse. "
slowly made me the man crazy. First, he staged a crime scene here and then he stammered around.
"There sits a corpse," he repeated incredulously.
"Man, Schneider, the view here all! Here are the voice to stutter on "
Startled, he looked at me. "Who is there anyway?"
"You mean because of the car?" While he
nodded without a word, I slowly began to understand where the error was here. "They have the doll into set was not there?"
He desperately shook his head, and when you look at the charred little closer to the driver's seat looked at rest, the despair was understandable. It was not a doll.

Mr. Caroni and his colleagues were among the very good things around and grinned. "Frozen, he certainly has not," said the grinning and the Manikürestilett.
"Probably a smoker," added his friend.
"One should not just flake out while driving, especially when it still smokes," a third was for the best.
Mr. Caroni approached. "Well, Signor Schneider, as we can see now ... uh ... Notes on the perpetrators? Is nothing more left? "
Schneider still did not utter a word.
"Maybe we should first ask the witnesses," suggested Mr. Caroni. "They did not say there were witnesses?"
"We ... we need to call the police," said Mr. Schneider.
"No, no, no! Polizia No, "replied Mr. Caroni and jokingly threatened with the index finger." We're the police, you said.'s Enough yet. "
Schneider slowly raised his arm and pointed into the car." But there is a Dead body! "
" level, but it's also a crime scene, found that Mr Caroni with satisfaction. "There are many dead bodies, believe me. I know from there. "
He earned a dumbfounded look.
"But ..."
"Nothing but. Trust me! Bodies are found sometimes. What do we do then? "He turned to his colleagues. "Someone discovered a note from you," he said. The professional manicure
pursed lip: "It was a Volkswagen."
"Idiot!" he shouted at Mr. Caroni. "How do you know this? Who cares? Shut your mouth and make you the finger further clean! "He looked again to Schneider. "Then we can probably go again?"
At Mr. Schneider seemed to enforce the view that anything was better than staying here. He nodded weakly.
Five minutes later we reached the small bus and had a further problem: Mr. Grosskurth missing. Schneider first saw his assistant and then at me helplessly. We could help him not. Mr. Grosskurth still missing.
asked "Where is the driver of Bus 2?" Mr. Caroni.
Schneider feebly raised his shoulders, but Caronis Crime group seemed easy.
exhilarated "A miserable chatterbox," replied one of the gentlemen named Lombardi. "During the whole journey said and asked. I do not like. "
" What have you done with him, idiot? Where is he? "Hissed Mr. Caroni. Smirked
Lombardi and looked around." I will not tell. This is to be still a mystery. "
Next to me was Mr. Schneider passed out during one of the Crime friends caught the assistant who had decided to flee.
Caroni looked at me. "Well, Signor Hengstenberg, you know where the driver is?"
Now I had read so many thriller that I had the answer ready immediately.
"Which driver?"
Caroni smiled at me and nodded slowly. "A good man," he said, and patted me praise the upper arm. "Very good man"
What can I say: Somehow, I took a load off my mind and directly in Mr. Caronis board. For some reason he seemed to like me.
Fifteen minutes later we were on our way back into the village. The supposedly unconscious Mr. Schneider was transported to one of the benches have been put down while driving and secretly an SMS. We had reached his house just as well have arrived armed police forces. Fortunately, the Lord did not diminish Caronis tender feelings, because he pointed to the yard where my car was. "Make sure you get up, Signor Hengstenberg. This is not for you. Va ', va'! "
When I was on the highway, to make me the crazy feeling that Mr. Schneider had arranged an almost perfect mystery weekend, the reality almost indistinguishable. Maybe I had just done him wrong.
from short evening I was at home.
"How was it?" Said Gesine excited. "Tell me! What were the other people? "
" Very nice. A group of killers who wanted to get rid of a dead body. No, wait, there were two dead bodies. There was quite a mess that culminated in a gunfight with the village police. Here I was able to escape and now I'm back here. "
" Why you always so sarcastic be? Can not you just talk normal, like it was? And not always treat me like an idiot, just because you did something again not fit into that stuff! "
Well, that could still be fun. Had I actually quoted Mr Caronis phone number?

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© 2007 cologne-Prussian editing Institute

Can Store Hair Relaxers After Opened

Westphalia eyebrows


other day I read in the newspaper about a really oblique case in a small village somewhere in the depths of Westphalia. It was about love, sex and passion, not what one would expect in Westphalia, and in order Pancakes, safe cracker and a very old carpet, in which an unfortunate husband has made a rather involuntary journey.

But first things first. So I read some of Justine, an average housewife in an average house with average children, an average garden and an exceptionally well-functioning marriage. To Franz-Otto enters her life.

Since it's over with Justine's mediocrity, and so inflamed for Franz-Otto, that it is ready to leave everything and to elope with him. Franz-Otto, a friend of the family feels, not much less for Justine, but there is Eugene, Justine's husband, Franz-Otto's friend. And who is stupid enough to average conservative values: a distinctive came to him out of the question.

Justine, now out of sheer delight all your senses, forging a diabolical plan: It wants to poison her husband. So she decides to make Eugene a joy to him and prepare his favorite meal: pancakes. However, this pancake has it all: a strong sedative to blow out the life of Eugene candles.

But Eugene is much tougher than Justine would have thought possible: The massive, more than 100-pound steel workers is just a little sleepy from the pancakes, which can be downright despair Justine. Perplexed, they notified her lover Franz-Otto. As luck would have it, the look in after the meal and invites Eugene to take a ride. Eugene Mafioso would have been here had to be put off alarm bells, but Eugene is Westphalian, and so a drive through the beautiful Rhine Westphalia after a fat meal ... has something.

From the beautiful West Eugene looks Fallen but not much: In a quiet corner him shoot his friend Franz-Otto. Since the do not really know where to disappear the body, he rolls them in an old carpet and stowed them in the van of a friend. The next day he wants to Eugene then disappear quietly.

When Franz-Otto visits the van the next morning, he is almost a stroke: The box is gone. What brings us to a gang of Romanian Beagle Boys, the carriage drawn with the van a few days over the place, not knowing that is wrapped in the old carpet of dead Eugen.

rise in the neighboring village of thieves to steal the local post, the vault, and slide it into a solitary sport home to weld on it there in peace. The transporter along with carpet and body left behind.

For the local police found the van and the welded-Safe, a clear thing: Burglary with a stolen car. So make sure car and down into the weekend: the crime scene the rest done on Monday, of course. Stress eating a yes else.

Justine, however, her husband reported as missing, and promptly gets a phone call Monday morning. Her husband has appeared, unfortunately, no longer alive ... rolled in a carpet ... found in a van ... in the police garage.

Eugene finally buried properly. But this time is not the police come for the weekend and the couple quickly on the ropes: Franz-Otto keeps the pressure does not stand and confesses. And Justine same time. Rumour Franz-Otto's eyebrows have brought the detectives on the trail. He had his Opel, in which he had shot and killed Eugene, set on fire to cover up evidence. And a bit of been close to it.

Vertical Blind Headrail Sales

Erik the pleasure


No idea what made me take notice. I mean, we are honest: Who has taken a bum? Although he always sits in the same place. And usually I back out and no money, because I thought he might as well do something for his money, rather than simply stop the obvious: bad singing, for example. Or play bad triangle. Ventriloquists or bad.

What was different that morning ...? Perhaps the strumming of a very small change in my pocket. The fingers on my nerves this smell like dirty metal, and you can buy them anything. I once thought about it, so to feed the ducks and art call, but the concept was not well received by the public. Otherwise, every fucking find innovative, but retractable times a fat duck ... because what is happening!

Anyway, I gave him my tiny small change given. Against my principles. Just like that. And he says: "Thank you, Andrew."
And I say, "All right, man"

While I go on, it works in me. Do you know the second, just before you get to a cause? So, as if one looks behind his jam sandwich, which is a just fallen out of hand. Then it makes Flatsch and you know it: why does the name mean? So I go back and ask him.
He answers: "We 're friends. "
" We are friends? Since when is that? "
" In a few days we will be friends. "
" Aha. And how do you know then now my name? "
" Because you do to me will think the same. "
" Why would I do that? "
" You ask me? "

There are conversations that lead to nowhere. And above all, they mean that you miss his bus. And this, in turn, that zurücklatscht pissed and complained to him that has a bus can be missed. But before I can anpflaumen him, he says, "You've missed the bus, I know."
"Yes, but that's not the point ..."
"the 105s, right?"
"Yes, but that's not the point ... how do you know "
He stands up and gives me his hand:".. Hi, I'm Erik, the time travelers "
" Andrew, hello "
Erik nods, grinning, and I notice that I have him just presented . Just as he predicted.

Erik and I were actually friends in the coming weeks. I brought red wine - and not cheap, as Erik was able to distinguish bad from good red wine very good, after all, he had many years of red wine production in the seventeenth, eighteenth and accompanies the nineteenth century. What it did not stop to put a Grand Cru of the neck and runterzukippen him like bubble. He did amazing things to report, less than what anyone could look up the history book, but about what just was not in the history book and are there never would. Did you know for example that Napoleon wore women's underwear? So, I do not.
"And that's really true? With the Napoleon? "
" Of course this is true. "
" And what is with the other ... Stalin, for example? "
" the well. "
" What? The too? "
" If I you say. "
" And ... Catherine the Great? "
" The also wore women's underwear. "
" No, I do not mean. They say things to her. With men. And a horse ... "
" No, no horse. Since only once a Siberian captain was there, everyone called the horse, if you know what I mean ... "

I understand. And was sure to never be able to take a history book in hand, without manifesting images in my head, which made every historical event into a collection of perverts and Travestiten. Nevertheless, his stories were amusing, and if he will not remember something, he concluded his eyes briefly slumped, a piece of collapses and suddenly appeared again.
"Well, I was again there," he said then, "and I assure you. Michelangelo eyed"? "You met him"

"What do you mean made? I gave him two years assisted "
I cried." You were just ten seconds off "
He replied calmly:" If I had you here now will have to wait two years "

This went on all the time between? us. Now and then he plunged, he was back and knew everything about galley slavery, Roman trade, Greek architecture, Middle High German Love songs or modern colonialism. And because I served him continue to fine red wine, and he persuaded to use glasses, we both gave off a strange sight: a bum and a nine times Kluger, the red drink made of expensive glass and - sitting on a house wall - in conversation.

That could have go on forever, because the conversations with Erik, the Voyagers gave my day structure and let me go home always smiling. Then, suddenly, I had a great idea, in hindsight, the most stupid was that I have ever come.
"Tell me the lottery numbers of times but next week," I asked him.
He shook his head: "I can not travel into the future. Only in the past. "
I scratched my chin. "If you are in the past, you have but also in the future, to come back?"
Erik shook his head: "No, I must in the present. Not in the future. "
" Wait, "I cried. "When we first met, you told me we were already friends ... So: Future
Again he shook his head. "? Just because you think the here and now for the present"
"Are we not in the present"
"no. But we are also not far from "
I was thinking. If we were not in the present, then we were in the past. I thought were the present. And the rest of humanity as well. That was once a novelty! And a practical one at that. Can be likened to assess whether a business lunch or a date for an order to a liaison led or a football game was worth the entrance fee. Or if your numbers were on the lottery ticket the right ones.
"you can not make an exception? ? Please me "
Erik hesitated," Because you are my friend "
Yes
" Your life will change quite ... "I shrugged
?. his shoulders. "Then I arrive let"
He hesitated a moment, then said: "I can not tell you the numbers from next week.

What he meant was, it hit me until a week later when I read the headlines in the newspaper read: no lottery numbers. The mixing machine had failed. For the first time ever. I walked to his seat, but he was no longer there. And not even the next day. Or on the next. I fear he will not return. I miss our talks and the sloping red wine on the street. It has made my life so colorful - now it's gray again. Everything has changed. Just as he had predicted.

Star Wars, Waffle Mold

Last Exit: olet garage


Recently I had lunch with my friend, Salvatore, and when she went to the figures, he invited me to a languid gesture and paid the bill with a hundred. The rest he left the pretty operation as a tip: 37,30 €. I was quite stunned, because Salvatore is a nice guy, but he is generally so fuel efficient that it plays a joker in Wikipedia under "famous skinflint" immortalized. It's not the famous.

It went on cheerfully: cocktail, cigar, trendy bar. All at his own expense. What he intended it, I did not know but that he intended something by it, seemed more than obvious. What was there to celebrate? A new love? A new life? Schalalala? I was silent when I burst and with curiosity. For Salvatore was usually not just a tightwad, but also secretive. In his case, this meant that he himself came out with things or not.

So I waited.

some point he said: "You ask yourself sure what's wrong with me?" I shrugged
hypocritical his shoulders: "Yes. Is something going on "
" I have a new job "
" What "He hesitated
" for a job?.? It's complicated ... "
" Aha.

was honest, all somehow complicated by Salvatore. As an administrative official in the Building Department, he had to handle a lot of powerful complex operations. There was the sophisticated coffee machine, the complex folder that complicated desk, and the complicated relationship with Miss Schmidt, as a writing pad, the only sex, sex, sex wanted. Sex, of course, complicated.

"You no longer working in the office?" I asked in amazement.
He replied. "But"
"Have you said not just that you had a new job"
"Yes."
? "And yet another to"
"If you so will: yes "
" if you will "
" It's complicated, "

Then he paid up and pushed me outside.?.. What he had to tell me he could do in the car.
"You have a car?" I asked in surprise. Because cars were for him the epitome of money. So far, anyway.
He nodded: "Yes ... over there ... "
I looked over and saw a Ferrari.
"You mean since the Reds?"
"Yes."

We took off and drove through seemingly aimlessly through the city. Reluctantly, he started telling me about his relatives who had really a good idea because would have if something morally questionable, but still a good idea. But where funerals were so damn expensive now. Meanwhile, we already had to save his life, only to be again placed neatly under the earth. That was really a scandal. I did not understand a word. We stopped at a tall building in a development area.

"Grandpa Federico," said Salvatore, as if everything would be explained. "You know. Lieblingsopa my"
"He is dead but the last few years,"
"of which I speak it."
"What?"
"From dying. And the high costs. Do you hear me not to because "
" But ... it's just ... . Complicated, "
He shook his head:" So now again not complicated ... Look there! "

I looked out the side window on the exit to the parking garage. It was a very nice exit to a parking garage. Anyway, I said that Salvatore.
"Rubbish!" Hissed Salvatore. "Now! Look!
Someone just left the garage and behind him rattled the door shut again. Now I could read it: Arrivederci Federico. As graffiti.
"Very nice," I nodded, "but ..."
"Grandpa is there."
For a moment I thought he had heard correctly. How: ?.? As "
" On foundations "
" Excuse me "
Salvatore shrugged his shoulders:" Do you know how much a German funeral? We would have gone all broke. And now look at this: Is not it beautiful? We have hired the best graffiti artists. And now we greet grandpa every time one drives to work. Now admit it: but what has the "

We drove on, while I was feverishly whether Salvatore took me straight to the arm or not?. He worked in the construction office, knew of any sites that existed in the city. And he was stingy to not work anymore. Had he done that!
"The Most are enthusiastic about the matter, "he said.
"Most?"
"Thus says what got around fast, you know?"
"In other words, you ... you still have more people buried? "
" Well, is all built out. ! Look, "
We drove to a bridge where the pillars stood: Wilhelm Bungert is the greatest. Clearly of the same graffiti sprayers.
"You can choose your inscription before. Can have it all. From simple lettering to the Graffiti Deluxe. We bring each for 299 € in the earth. With a chic graffiti for 399 €. Da! "
We passed a shopping center. Click to read: I love Mary. Ulla and Deniz. Herbert was here. Nobody is perfect, Ralfi. It was unbelievable how I discovered a lot of graffiti. I was never noticed.

"And if the way power of one?" I asked.
"Then we make them turn back. been transferred part of the service. "
" And why are you telling me all this? "
" You're just to Berlin? "
" So what? "
" In Berlin, a lot of construction. "
" I'm planners, Salvatore. . Not undertaker "
Salvatore sighed:" Think about it to you. I get just as purely a busload of pensioners from the Sauerland. Were never been to Berlin. "

I was silent a moment. Was left off the irreverent part of the company, it was actually pretty damn where you were. And that church and state had a monopoly on the last of all trips, would in principle once an application with the Cartel value. Why could the Ferrari driving and not me? In a figurative sense, I mean.

"I think about it, okay?"
Salvatore nodded.
We passed the new tax office. It read: Mark Grossman steals at Aldi.
? "And did you not afraid that you display a"
Salvatore shrugged his shoulders: "And what happened then? They tear the tax office off to check the foundation, according to Mark Grossman? "
" If the stolen really at Aldi? "
" No idea. His old man has not paid "

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Pecunia. The


Foreign countries, foreign customs. An axiom for the world traveler, adventurer, curious, indignant and arrogant. But we do not want to talk small. Of course it is exciting to see how the cultures have developed around the world. Consider the example of eating times, not only because is being cooked on TV only. The fact that we are up armed to the teeth when we sit at the table, with small four-pointed pikes and knives metal has as a principle in many Asian countries are not enforced. There is happy to host that the guests that the the food with wooden sticks, and does, therefore, like the effort, the food in advance to cut into bite-sized pieces - a kind of service to self-protection. In
property, money and power, but the cultural differences are blurred even more. And ideas on how to design its own economic situation as favorable as possible, therefore, are similar. The fundamental problem is yes, no doubt, that his money be prepared not himself allowed. That is rationally justifiable, because it give a value for the circulating cash needs. Otherwise they themselves would be worth nothing. And then there is in the ideal case, a relatively stable total amount of money that something real can be offset, in the case of the dollar such as the gold in Fort Knox and the Federal Reserve Depository in New York. And so much sense this economic structure may be, it does have a downside: if someone more his own money, there must be someone at the same time, the asset is reduced.
It will therefore be no coincidence that the Latin verb privare on German rob means. One small step for a carefully educated people to conclude that private property is brought about by the Owner of the deprived community. And that you also can turn the tables, if the liquidity of an unacceptably low value of their own approaches.
And it is this intellectual path of vice, two students walked in the Chinese city of Chongqing. Since it considers the difficulties in financing their living expenses to be serious, they decided to act. They stole a bike and took to their raids, they passed by in the densely populated inner city, passersby, one on the saddle, one on the rack, and their fellow citizens recklessly carried bags and packages taken from and so fled.
some point, the robbers have paid that randomly robbery does not always lead to satisfactory results. Lamented the robbed about the loss of a raw fish, just bought on the market, from a paper bag with some hair clips, a bag of dirty underwear and a wrapped in leather cat corpse buried the grieving owners actually on the edge of an urban park wanted. The two criminals
brains did so the only logical thing they changed their tactics and took the right to be more selective in choosing their victims. They lay in wait with their bike at the corner of a savings bank, not as in the false assumption that people who came out from the bank, quite larger amounts of money could bring with them.
So was the situation when Li Ming from the bank on the road occurred. The old lady was accompanied by her dog Chang Chang, a well-kept Pekinese, and carried a large handbag on the arm. The sight of this purse fired the imagination of the bicycle gear such that they zuradelten as the catapult shot the poor thing. The pawns on the luggage rack was fishing with a hundred skilled movement, the largest packet from his pocket, and after a blink, the master thieves disappeared.
If you think, Ms. Li Ming would be lamenting and dissolved in tears on the sidewalk in the collapsed, is wrong. Quite the contrary: Her face is great joy, set wide, and soon began the surrounding passersby to cheer each other to fall into the arms in order to help you laugh.
What did the bicycle thieves namely: When Ms. Li at the bank counter waiting in line, had Chang Chang, the Pekinese, only preceded by a rash short bark, stripped of his stool. To appease the other bank customers, Ms. Li of a bank employee had asked a few pages of the newspaper in order to commence the dog waste and dispose of in order to be able to. However, the employee had indicated that he could not tolerate it when the olfactory concern in a trash container in the bank deposit. So had Mrs. Li, the package down in her purse so that it is the first opportunity out there to get rid of.
now know for sure, the two predator students that wisdom " Pecunia non olet - money does not smell" in special cases, no longer applies.

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Dartpilots come.


Finally it arrived: "Dartpilots - the cult book for Random Traveler" is released! And, wonder of wonders, you can also buy the same order, and read (probably in this Order).
Where? It's simple: In electric stand the Cologne-Prussian Institute editing.

Have fun!

The blog goes after this brief interruption same.

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Why Does My Hymen Look Like Flower Petals

Trans Mongolian surgery


Erik is a terribly nice man and wise to do so. It shows him on the way already. He recalled Dr. Bunsen Honeydew from Sesame Street: slightly thinning blond hair in a slightly oversized head, a large area surrounded by a horn-rimmed glasses. When we first met, Erik studied at Yale University in New Haven, Connecticut, and that medical technology. We lived together in a shack.
some point, one, two years later, called on Erik from Sweden. He had just finished his studies, all his belongings and left New Haven and sold, and now planned as the grand final training period, an extraordinary journey, along with a few friends. One was sick, unfortunately. Since I had occurred to him spontaneously and always ready for anything. Whether I did not want to jump in?
"Where the heck going?"
"From Moscow to Beijing and then back to Hawaii, California, East Coast, Europe, the standard way up."
"Sounds interesting. But why should I put myself 473 days long on the plane? So many legs I'm not for all the thrombosis. "
" We fly so not all the way. "
" Oh no? What then? Let's go 10,000 of the 40,000 kilometers on the bike? "
" No, by train. "
This should probably sound reassuring, but the effect failed completely.
"With the railway? From Hawaii to San Francisco? "
" Rubbish! From Moscow to Beijing. "

You will not understand the same, but somehow reassured me this information. For one, I knew that Erik during his military service at a listening station in the far North had worked, and several American dialects fluently spoke, and secondly, I have a certain idea of complete cases with which the Russian and Chinese airlines domestic flights. With any double decker Air Szechwan over the Gobi desert - not me! Anyway, after a quarter of an hour had Erik soft knock me and was glad that someone took over the pro rata cost of the trip.

A few weeks later, we were so five of us at the station in Moscow, waiting for the exit of turn 2, Rossiya, Vladivostok. That is, after nearly 9300 km away and the railway needs for just over six days (ie about the same long as the German Federal Railways from Essen to Cologne).

Erik had booked us for a four and a one compartment. Sufficiently so, and we had six seats in a freely accessible local for a guest. The first was a nervous mind of the type constant entrepreneurs, ever in search of business ideas that could fail it then. Just now he had placed an Internet panties laundry in the sand. Logo, business cards, website, online shop - all wonderful, but the pick-up and delivery costs, the company had ambitious target driven into irretrievable. Victor served his depressed soul with Russian vodka, a glass of water after the next, and also served he us. After 3,000 kilometers, or about half way between Omsk and Novosibirsk, I had more time, and quite involuntarily numerous pre-digested in vodka marinated portions of Communist fish eggs, blinis dumped beside the railway line - from the train window and production aesthetically dubious Würgegeräusche.

Shortly after Pyotr Blagojarsk trudged through the car. Pyotr was with all hands go to his in-laws near Yekaterinburg, ie with a wife, two children, a goat and two wire cages with chickens. At stop in Blagojarsk he had visited the station toilet, a good plan, because the toilets on the train were in a pitiful state. I Although no Russian, but on one of the signs in the toilets was quite sure: "Please be sure to urinate next to the bowl" Unfortunately, Pyotr nodded off briefly on the Bahnhofsklo, presumably caused by the mental peace because of the sudden cleanliness. When he awoke, his train had left, but happened to turn the stand on the platform and looked exactly like his. Until he noticed that his family no longer existed, were already nearly 100 miles between the separated. And that a train reverses the trans-Siberian railway, to search for a lost passenger, is one of the events in the Universe, whose probability tends towards zero.

For us it was only in Irkutsk, after almost 5200 miles, engaging. We climbed into another train, which branches off at km 5655 and the road is heading south: the Trans-Mongolian Railway. The train has now been pulled by two double locomotives of type 2M62, which are known to everybody that they have heard, either "Taiga drum" or "Stalin's last revenge." Fortunately, our department were pretty far back.

In Ulaanbaatar, the capital, we got a new guest, a small blond boy, the Oxford English language and worked as a deputy sheriff in the British Embassy. When asked where in his opinion the most boring place world was, he pointed silently behind him. "A hundred thousand inhabitants, a cinema." It sounded really depressing, but faded against the fact that since the border is not a dining car on the train hung over. Maybe there was not enough for this purpose dogs or ground squirrels in Mongolia.

If you drive somewhere breaks forth, there's really nothing worse than when the fuel runs out. In a railroad, I consider it the worst possible incident, if not go on the rails. Why do I get it? Well, in the middle of the night, we approached the Chinese border. Despite the noise of the Taigatrommel we were already a few miles earlier, the sounds Chinese revolutionary songs to hear blasting out of the powerful amplifiers over the country to the travelers musical tune. At the border station was brighter than at noon in St. Tropez; giant spotlight shone the demarcation line of meticulously. And behold: The track was over!

So far we were namely the Russian broad-gauge road, 1524 mm wide. In China, the rails are apart but only 1435 millimeters, so the Russians and their military transporters can not travel to Beijing by mistake. Since then the Chinese are consistently: The cars were converted to smaller chassis. The whole thing lasted over an hour, but had a very pleasant consequence: There was again a dining car, also with a wonderful Chinese cuisine. Unfortunately, after about ten minutes all the passengers gathered there, fifty miles later, all was empty and there was again eaten ratzekahl Mongolian relations.

Eventually we reached Beijing. At last, a hotel, a bit of Forbidden City, a little sightseeing, and then off to Hawaii. I had imagined, but oh, how I was wrong! Erik was undermined namely the horrible mistake of applying to from Sweden for a three-day tour by Chinese officials. Unfortunately, he had some new ideas. And complicating factor was that the Chinese side of Erik's words "medical technicians" had concluded that he was a surgeon. Therefore they had meticulously organized for us a tour of Beijing's hospitals all possible to give us the latest surgical techniques with the help of acupuncture, yin and yang, Ayurveda, and who knows what to show the whole story. As a guest, you say yes and no so unwillingly. And if you go on the operating table is and the interpreter says, "Professor Cheng will open now, as you see, without anesthesia the chest of Mr Li and removes demonstration for the honorable gentlemen doctors from Sweden, the heart," then ventured, too no one reply: "Sorry, but there must be some mistake."

Incidentally, I flew back from Beijing just after Frankfurt. Somehow I had concerns that Erik could have announced a volcanologist at Hawaii.
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Having A Tattoo With Sickle

Jetstream


Recently, I had birthday. Now I'm not a guy who likes to celebrate birthdays, because I fear the many surprises that have the dear friends came up for one. But this time I was lucky. Rather than feign joy over gifts that were purchased in the diametrical misapprehension of my character, I got a balloon ride.

Well, I'm terrified of heights and incline to claustrophobia, but such balloon rides are supposed to be very safe. Then again, not so sure now, says my friend Willi. But it always comes down. Sometimes spread over an area of several square kilometers. Wili says if that happens, he should try to drive in a crash into a tree. Since you had the best chance. I just wonder: the best chance of what? to split a tree from the crown to the root? A new height of 1.30 meters? Diapers on the coma ward? I admit I am sometimes pessimistic. And we are not crashed. It was all much worse. But I do not anticipate.

We boarded the balloon on a beautiful summer day, with majestic blue sky and a gorgeous curved, giant balloon, which was full to bursting prevented only by an anchor on the flight. My wife went with me and talked to me well, as we got with thirteen people in the basket. Eleven passengers, a captain and a renitenter pensioner who was towed from his family in the balloon. Also, a birthday gift.

already snapped the gas valve, the balloon was rising. We floated it, climbed higher and higher and soon reached cruising altitude. It was a glorious sight. It was mild, quiet, peaceful. The beautiful landscape below us, the sky above us. Everything could have been so nice ... Opa to be announced. He said only one sentence. And came as a Kartjusha rocket into a giant pudding. He said: "Damn it, where is actually my Imodium acute?"

Nothing else. And it was as if someone had kicked a record player, which until then nothing but fond Mozart had played. I looked down: 500 meters. At least. Just above the village. And how the devil would have it, is not a breeze stirred more.

Then - in the silence - a loud, hot and humid Sprotzen, as loud as the balloonist would have operated the burner. Had he not. To Grandpa formed a cloud of death, and they spread rapidly around. Do you know how many people on about half a Square feet can be? I tell them it's just twelve. Quickly became the whole balloon into dangerous imbalance. The captain gave orders to spread again in the square - a place in the middle but he had given up first.

"Down!" I screamed. "Buy land!" It was not. We floated on the built environment.
"Then rise! Go! Up there somewhere there must be jet streams. The 500 mph faster! "
" Until we have achieved, we are all dead, "said the captain.
"Good, then I'll throw Grandma on board."

You see, I was not going to Grandpa to throw overboard, but the old man replied immediately: An explosion of thunder in his pants, let us know that he was armed attacks against over very well. His eyes flashed angrily at me as if to say whether he would:'s only attempt, pal. Wherever it's coming from, there's a lot more.

As we stood still in the air, this beautiful balloon in solitary silence of a surrounding blue, and did we not give an inch. Twelve men on one side - one on the other. The pestilential stench was now completely encapsulated in the basket and the passengers as kittens, which are lifted by the neck, paralyzed. Only one had his clear joy in the drama: Grandpa. A devilish smile played around his mouth, and he whistled a march cheerfully, because he knew he was out of reach for violent attacks was. Now and then - out of pure malice - he was in position, only to immediately relax it again.

"God," whispered my wife, "What has just eaten?"
"No idea, but one thing is certain. It was very, very long dead before he has it purely pushed themselves"
"Now do it what! "
I looked over the basket. "Down there is ne fir. Willi said that there would be a good chance. "
" William also said . The Rolling Stones would be the American answer to the Beatles "
" Then we just stay here and die with dignity "

How long vegetated know I do not -. I think I'm in between times lost consciousness. But eventually we ended up after all. Twelve literally fell out of the balloon during a swaggered triumphantly from the basket. We would like to kill him, but no one knew whether he still had a load inside them or in the balloon just bluffed it.

His son and his wife picked him up. I heard her say: "Did you not say these things crash all the time?"
He whispered, "Next, we will take the U-boat trips on the Barents Sea. Rely on the Russians is ... "Then he spread his arms:" Well, Grandpa? How was the trip? Beautiful? "

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The random travel agency astral travel


Harnfried As the proposal was the first time, I was suspicious. Starting a random travel agency was not something I would have thought long and hard before. Why should they? When I travel, I do actually like where to go. But on second glance, the idea became more attractive. In a time when the bored people are looking for more and the abundance of new and adventurous pastime, one must sometimes unconventional Business and explore ideas without prejudice.

"and how will the work exactly"
"It's simple: Anyone who wants to book a random trip, says when and how long will it go away, and paid for. Nature and purpose of the trip will be selected by a random from the entire range of travel suppliers. True to the motto: We will book you curse "The
heard on more irritating than I had originally thought, and it took some time before I yielded to his tailgating. If I had not done it better. Almost three months later we had a sack full of lamentations on the neck.

Do not get me wrong: Basically the idea is great. But we have a couple of rookie mistakes made that should take revenge quickly. First there was the retired couple, that of the years, no decades-long vacations in the Holstein Switzerland - was enough and had to wander in the old days again in the distance - treading water in Malente, stable visits Gremsmühlen and so on. A two-week canyoning tour of the waterfalls in the Central Caucasus, however, went beyond their strength, and revived a long-forgotten herniated disc, behind which was hidden even on both sides of the torn ACL of his wife. That they wanted to blame us the lack of a comprehensive health care, well, that speaks for itself In the central Caucasus itself! Since there is absolutely no houses to accommodate a medical practice, let alone any streets that could get the doctor from the non-existent house to the patient.

In the case of the suffering from asthma Mitt four-quark, the book was on the advice of his mother-in first to stay in the cave in Klutert Ennepetal, then things are admittedly a little out of control. Harnfried had taken great pains to convince the man of the idea of random traveling, and basically eingerannt open doors. Probably had enough of the poor advice of his mother. And then he caught this wonderful Ten days of travel with one of the finest railroads in the world - from Arica to La Paz Always the Andes up to almost 5000 meters high. The trip across the salt-covered plateau is the most impressive thing you can ever dream as a traveler - provided one does not suffer from asthma. If the cars had at least had the window. Then the man would have been spared the pungent, salt-saturated, dry wind, the locals call "La Lija de Dios", the "sandpaper God."

you'll wonder why we have failed to at least ensure that during the six-hour stay at La Desesperación, picturesque middle of the plateau, saved a Medikopter the Atemwegsgepeinigten from on high and the mouth of La Lija de Dios. Well, that has something to do with physics. In this altitude helicopters carry only conditionally. Ambulances could certainly go in theory, but I ask you! Where should have been brought thither such? From Santiago de Chile about? The situation was very simple procedure.

Speaking methods: The yes is an aspect that should not be denied. Process can be so only if one knows where you actually want. At random travel is now simply not the case. And since it can be said against the principle of what one wants, one thing is certain: Methodology in this sense, one is on a random trip not. Therefore, it saves all the good advice of the co-driver who was so alone can already cause a certain holiday effect.

And so you do not think, any journey booked had been a flop, I would like to mention this: A senior teacher and his wife, a one-week study leave had been assigned. It was a really nice package of El-Nino-Travel 'superfluous clichés diving between piranhas, "a Travel Tip of the adult education Tuttlingen. Night in an abandoned village head hunters in stylish stilts right in the marsh, all visas and vaccinations included. The senior teacher came back happy and satisfied - and that alone. The cliché was not deceived. Probably should be inferred.

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Where Can I Buy A Packpack Like Dora

Once in February so the washing machine was broken and had left in April bully the mirrors of the VW Golf, was crystal clear: the summer holiday in the Allgäu was belonging in the balance. Without washing machine, life is virtually worthless, and Inge had to realize eventually that the overall traffic safety could not be secured without mirrors. The rescue, however, drew a total surprise from the week before last, when after a beer or two and a Korn accidentally turned off to the bookstore (which have since the same front door as I got home).

More out of pity, I bought something inexpensive look like from a randomly appearing and disappearing quickly Grabbelkorb, fortunately, without having to answer embarrassing questions. Only on Saturday I dropped my purchase back in the hands. I could mow the lawn in wet, cold weather is impossible, and the bedroom was closed because of vacuuming. I leafed through the book on astral travel, until I suddenly noticed the scales from the eyes and the book out of the hands: astral travel cost nothing, can be any number of times and perform every week, and the weather is actually not matter. Last minute, so to speak, there was a brief introduction for engineers and for me a clear as a reward.

was perhaps an astral strike fault that the trip could not then really begin. Inge did not want to wait longer on the transcendental state, because their doctors series came on TV, and I had some fundamental problems at the start. With Klaus and Manfred I worked evenings in the local pub again by the instructions. The two are practically professionals. Klaus moves even an Astra. And exactly as described in the book, I could see my first destination is not, strictly speaking I could not also remember all the details. But it was warm and there was sung out loud, that's for sure. Probably Ibiza, Cuba or something of that nature was the song to me at least the next day around the head. Overall, this holiday

was a successful thing. Inge stayed at home (although it would have been purely in terms of cost does not matter) and I spent nine days of my two week holiday in the strangest places. Pure habit, I always started in the local pub. Now that I have to work again, I really miss the astral travel. But next summer ...

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