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Hey. Welcome to my page About me Name:

Eva


Date of Birth:

21.06.1993


Town of Birth:

Deggendorf


Hobbies:

Schwimmen,
Shoppen,
Konzerte,
Telefonieren,
SMS,
Freunde


Music:

Beatsteaks,
Madsen,
Metallica,
Donots,
Ärzte,
Muff Potter,
The White Stripes,
Jack Johnson,
Steep,
Ratcha,
Coldplay,
ACDC,
Jennifer Kae,
Jennifer Rostock,
Genesis,
The Kilians


Drinks:

Wasser,
Coke,
Red Bull


Meal:

Pommes,
Salat

Warts That Always Bleed

5th The large hard

I prowl through the streets of my city, and wherever I go, I meet people everywhere in vast quantities. Expectant my anticipation I recognize their faces, the children are excited and not everybody wears a costume or a musical instrument, often both. Just a few years of this sight to me reason would have been enough to leave the city fled, because these are the unmistakable signs that the festival of festivals in the Palatinate to his absolute peak approaches: The procession of the German harvest festival. THE Neustadter spectacle par excellence.

Just a few years ago I lived on Hetzel place, overlooking the train station. And you should know to understand why I am on the day of the move earlier 've always sold to Speyer or the idyllic Rhodt under Rietburg. At the station forecourt weeks before the actual festival, the "Haiselscher" built up. These are small houses in optical lattice, in which the people sit on hard wooden benches, and "new wine" or (fill the glass with wine and a splash of water to) and Riesling juice cups of half-liter glasses. This "Schopp glasses" are passed around here as the burning joint in the student apartment. "The circle must pint" they say here, why he was even " Troll pint " calls, but to explain it now would take too long. There are swaying and sing-along music on stage Palatine and hearty dishes. It's sociable and it makes us happy and drunk. Class for the celebrating, silly if you live next to it.

In the course of several weeks of festivities will eventually also have built up a big fuss, with a Ferris wheel and chain carousel, and no later then the one just described noise mixes with the opening lines of the showman and a native of canned Top Ten out of the speakers. On the last weekend of the festival is always even put a: on the Hetzel place be small tents made - for any German wine-growing region of a. There are then In addition to the different wines from all over Germany and Mediterranean specialties for the Toscana Group, and of course to light jazz music. Here is drunk with class!

once I try to describe the acoustic scenario in my former work on the morning of the parade, "you still Woooollt 'Rrrundeee ne?" and to some boy band from the speakers of the Ferris wheel. "This is the Anton aus Tirol" rings out from the Haiselscher over, and just below my window's for breakfast Dixieland. If it is then insured by the Haiselscher for the fifteenth time that the old wooden Michel still does not Temporal blessed begins next to the Dixieland-band to a ruthless Indian group in felted alpaca ponchos, patch up the noise floor with pan flutes, drums and chants. Who now work with portable, battery-powered amplifiers, and thus the small even against a drum corps can anstinken.

Where you say grade Tabourcorps ": this is usually the time when a BIG, who traveled by train drum corps through the concrete underpass from the station to Hetzel space marching. And of course they use their reflective through the tunnel walls generated acoustic advantage over the Indians of shameless and still play in the tube their instruments warm. Loud is an understatement! In any case after the Dixilandkombo. And the irritated local residents. As I said: Well, for the celebrating, it was granted to him with all my heart. But watch out if you live next to it.

So far, so good. Reassuring that I now no longer at the place I live Hetzel. Today I see the party much more relaxed and serene. I go to my favorite coffee shop, its history I have already told, and have breakfast on a beautiful, sun-drenched table. And I am pleased with vorbeimarschierende, colorfully costumed fanfare as well as on the Indians, because of my Café is not played, it is too far away from the hustle and bustle of the main axis. The batteries of my camera, I've recharged fresh overnight, and while I eat my breakfast I look at the display again at the photos I have in recent weeks by the Haiselscher by the commotion and the corkscrew monument made on the Hetzel place. Beautiful pictures! I have long since she transferred to the hard drive of my computer, so I can erase the memory card now safely. For today I will join the fray, and I watch the whole parade for the first time from beginning to end. And images I want to do it. Many pictures. Would be ridiculous if I did not get behind it would find what the Palatinate in this tradition. I feel like an anthropologist on a field trip to a foreign country, where he studied under life-threatening, the mysterious rituals of the natives.

after breakfast I do on myself to find a nice spot overlooking the parade. Not so easy, because that's what thousands of people before me have already done. On all road sides, they are crowded together, waiting for the big event. As the parade has not started yet, but I can take in search of a grandstand court time, and run almost the entire route.

First, I equip the site of the Open Channel a visit. The transfer for years the parade live on the cable network and always from the same point. Since they can install namely relations with many tricks and a cable, which is the direct transfer in the first place. I know from a friend who is involved with the open channel very much. I speculate it would meet him there, and then use the elevated platform of the television camera for my photos. That would be a great place to take pictures. Unfortunately, I meet him not. In addition, the platform is already far too small for unannounced visit. So, I am looking for.

right next to the OB of the Southwest Radio interviewed an Asian-looking woman in elegant dress, a passerby. The logo on the belonging to the lady television camera is unknown to me. I discover in the entourage of this television station also used a photographer of a very impressive Canon telephoto lens. I take a picture of the photographer, he noticed me, and so we get talking. I learn that his delegation is a special trip from the city of Neustadt's Chinese partner, to report on the festival. So that you can stand in Quanzhou in China interested in the distant Haiselscher, I had not expected. Probably there are also more likely the picturesque wine princesses the Chinese for the station to be filmed.

I find a good spot on the edge of a parking lot. This is something increasing and has a good view over the heads of other spectators away. And there're off. I take pictures like mad. Only after the second or third car, I notice that the green house with the neon sign "Eros Center" is not such a nice background for my pictures. Also appear in the vicinity of the parking lot of dog owners live, because the smell is here ... I will not even say so drastically severe. This also explains why a in such a spectacular vantage point still places were free. Since I know the route of the parade, but I need just a few minutes to find a different site, added to the spectacle is not even started the addition. Here's my view of the floats is not quite as good, but I can reproduce it and the Fußgruppen now in a little less sleazy atmosphere.

And what is this move for a show! I see in people who have only just learned to walk and those that can run just yet. Adults, children, old men and even worthy young people take part in a completely natural. I watch Day laborers, fags, Transylvanian vampires and Teutonic chickens. I see people of all skin colors, from every continent and people who are dressed in the fashions of the past 15 centuries. Unbelievable! When I was in the age of a water-filled tub herumplanschenden young producers, I was already at the mention of the word "Customs Care" run away screaming. And here is the easy living. In a magazine I read recently that one can understand the proverbial local ties of the Palatinate best if you go to one of the many traditional festivals. Only now do I understand this statement.

What I do not see the way, are comatose drunks as they are found in hundreds in the Rhineland carnival rides of my home. If I remember it exactly, I only ever see a man who at least has a rudimentary drunk, and can at least still go unicycle. Strange. Actually I had expected corresponding excesses, because everywhere is carousing merrily. Many bring their own even with glasses and the winemakers present of a hard-working. Perhaps the Palatine tolerate more easily because he is better trained - including a liver grows with their duties. Maybe, but can the people in this ancient wine-growing region better with the consumption of grape juice around to know more, when to stop. Maybe even the Red Cross organized and transported to reveler babbling from faster and more discreet than in the Rhineland. I really need this evidence to explore. But I move to the next year. Then I'm going down again. Maybe I'll bring me even with a glass Schopp. Why not?

Dallas County Eye Exams

4th The café in the third site

I slip on a day in the autumn holidays with my kitchen ...

Yes! I have "stripes", the verb chosen deliberately. The blog is called "Raids". I can not exactly rename it for each episode. What verb would fit because you think better? Sneak? Shuffle? Trot? Go? Running? Race? Lawn? March? Trample? Scurry? Stalk? Stroll? Swagger? Below? Hop? Stroll? Prance?


This is still my blog. Here I can use verbs, as I need for ...
Wait a minute! What am I doing here on the meta-level?

The best thing is if I just begin all over again:

So I slip on a day in the autumn break through my kitchen and am looking for something to eat for breakfast. The milk has expired, no more coffee here and the bread is moldy. Well done! Because, of course, offers a visit at my favorite cafe. This is on a pretty street corner in the premises of a former age-old drug store. There are very tasty ciabatta. That are appetizing with cheese and decorated with a slice of cucumber and a tomato on top corner. As you sit on comfortable seats in the sun and is very smart betüdelt, friendly waitresses, which are also to be considered also at least as nice as the bread with the tomatoes on top corners. A delight! Alla hopp: book under his arm clamp, insert the iPod and sunglasses and go. During the few steps to my coffee I'm still thinking if I'm not at some point to allow the fun in the morning and unshaven in a bathrobe and slippers to appear there. After more deliberation I decide but really against such a project. Actually, I like my job very much. And I am not eager to retire prematurely because of indecent exposure. I would also like the friendly coffee house operator and his congenial staff prefer not to expect such a sight. I'm giggling. In fact, I'm

only almost . I must first see which way can I take today. At my cafe There is a large, noisy construction site. She moves for several months - feels like ten years - around my cafe. It moves in slow motion through the street. Now here the concrete slabs to be removed, now there torn up the asphalt. Then holes are dug, running suddenly full of water. Huge pumps are placed to the holes again to pump empty. Holes are closed to them the next day aufzubuddeln busy bee again. I can not understand that.

In between, the site once made a sharp turn in their movement to the right and suddenly my café surrounded normal. After all, has now been built simultaneously at two ends: one end was to continue digging at the other, new paving stones laid - a ray of hope! Is about an end in sight? The brave host then has regained a bit of desperation in the construction site by simply tables and chairs placed in the middle of the site. Flower boxes to the Absperrbaken, large planters as a screen to - was really comfortable. Unfortunately, the sales to save even more, because the tables were visible from outside the site to so little. The poor restaurateur once told me how much he had been to shoot from his private account to cover only the running costs. The I found quite frightening. For him, it would probably be cheaper if he would close the business for the duration of the works. But then the regulars would be gone. And the great staff.

The workers are obviously a joke of it to build their Absperrbaken every day new funny mazes for the edification of tourists. The tourists find the determined great. Therefore, a guest must in my coffee each time you visit a new orientation, how can he enter the café and where there are tables set up outside.

I therefore indicative only once: Aha! Next it goes to the great Backhoe over the currently playing digging a new hole. Very interesting place for a hole. "Good morning, gentlemen!" I greet the restless gay construction workers. The course can not work in the tight hole while the excavator is dredged. That would be too dangerous! So they stand next to the hole and watch closely the excavator during excavation. The truck driver has managed its huge truck to the building site close ranks. Hats off! I would have not have got done with so little space. He also has to do nothing at the moment. He sits in his cab, drinks coffee and reads, ironically, be the "picture" focus. Now and then he looks with a critical mine after the excavator he I filled the dump truck excavation.

I find a free table in the already paved area. At some distance to my left a diligent worker mauled the border area between the new and old asphalt pavement with a menacing-looking device. It reminds me a lot of these futuristic weapons that Sigourney Weaver in the Alien films ever shot the nasty monsters to pieces and it has created an infernal din. From right, the excavator booms. Quick on the headphones and then Rammstein - as loud as it goes! The drowned not fit the site, but in spirit by quite well. The cacophony that arises because in my mind awakened in me the idea the four horsemen who are descended from the sky to announce the end of the world: Death plays the guitar, the drums of war, hunger, and we hear the bass on keyboards today, for once pollution. He is filling in for his cousin pestilence. Can not today. Is sick.

I immerse myself immediately in my historical novel. As is being killed someone, and that is portrayed in the novel quite dramatically. Who were also not very squeamish in the Middle Ages! Before I reflect on the practical application of the read noise to my current problem may continue to give me the most sympathetic of all the waitresses is a friendly smile freshly squeezed orange juice, a decorated appetizing sandwiches and a steaming latte out. She asked me. That would be at the spectacle not have been possible. Today I am grateful that they left me alone - I'm kinda weird on it. I radiate it with gratitude, but then the iPod turn out better and turn to the newspaper. The Feulliton is much more peaceful than the bloodthirsty Roman. And the conciliatory ideas I develop in reading the Feullitons then adjust better to the appetizing decorated buns. And nice to the waitress.

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The house of Peter

I stroll through my town and suddenly I find myself again prior to Peter's house. Peter and I were neighbors for years. Actually, we had no real neighbors, for I have indeed lived in the house next to Peter's house, but Peter himself has not lived in his house. Peter does not live in his house, he builds it. I am at that time, the end of 2003, moved next to the house of Peter, as he has already built his house. Now it's soon the end of 2008 and Peter is still building his house. The reasons, of course, and that good!

Peters house is quite old. Peter's house is much as the oldest timber-framed house far and wide, with "far and wide" I mean granted the Palatinate and a little bit further. From when it is, I can not exactly say, although I did it to me by Peter more than once can be explained. It's just too complicated, as I could remember. I believe that the outer walls are in the back of the house the oldest parts. It was then extended upwards a bit, then forward to the street, half-timbered walls were replaced by stone walls, stairs and to be taken down and fitted with windows open corridors. And all this since 14 Century: always here a while and then as a play. And stuck somewhere in there also remains of the previous buildings, which are of course much older. One might say: "Peter's house is on average 532 years old." but that hits the truth again not accurate enough. When I go to the next time Peter, I'll take a pen and write it on everything meticulously. would rehabilitate

Because Peter's house is so old, and because Peter is happy where ever possible, historically accurate, the building also takes a long time. Since are not simply pulled steel beams and drywall walls in front of it. Peter has namely an antique shop and restored furniture - chairs, cabinets and such. And just as carefully as he restored his cabinets, he renovated his house. After all, it is the oldest timber-framed house far and wide, and we live here is not in America, where a 100 year old log cabin is already a historic treasure.

So what does that mean?
Take masonry. Stone walls with plain mortar. Peter says: "People back then are not simply down to the hardware store and have bought bags of cement mortar was expensive and the people were poor.." That makes sense! Peter has seen surviving parts of the wall from this period and studied. Thus he came on it, as it was then made: The people have put stone upon stone, with mortar between them, and then they pushed small quarry stones in the joints to squeeze out as much of the still damp mortar again. The squeezed Mortar was then recycled back, and so you can sit down with a bag of cement a giant wall. Awesome! I would have thought of it. Peter has come on it and has brick walls in his house built like that. So, and otherwise under any circumstances!

Another example, same site: Truss
Peter had ordered a company that knows how to create timber-framed walls. A specialist company, so to speak. The boys then moved on with heavy equipment: Mountains of willow branches for the braided, tons of mud and straw gehächseltes for infill. To this end, a cement mixer to mix straw and clay. A huge spectacle in the Metzgergasse: City leaders made with tourist groups detours, just to show that and to the construction workers are at a little in the way around - great cinema!

Peter had in the meantime quite clever. You could say that he may devour many years all that there is a specialist literature on timber-framed buildings in the Palatinate. In my life I've never met someone who so absorbed in such a topic is so doggedly makes smart. In short - or "not good" as the wife would say of the Heritage Foundation - the company had not done what they had done at the time of the historic building a house: the company built the vertical struts of the truss from the battens. Historically correct but would have been split oak stick. So Peter tries to save what can still be saved, and build the rest of the web of timber in the yard split oak sticks themselves. So, and otherwise under any circumstances!

Woman of the Heritage Foundation is driving the insane. "This is never done!" she says. "I just want to see that at least the outer walls are plastered and painted, otherwise I reiterate the grants!" threatens them. But Peter gather first in peace in the area, leaving the sandstone samples in a pigment mill grind. He fiddles with the natural pigments around for so long until he has inspired the color of the historic plaster seized painting remains to some extent. So, and otherwise under any circumstances! The fact that the painter is not for me hammer out exactly the way he presents it makes him despair. If the woman would be the foundation not previously been so sour, Peter probably would have knocked all the plaster, newly plastered and then painted himself.

Peter used of course not a standard windows from the factory, glued to the glass timber cruising. It is not just for carpenters and ordered windows of Carpenters ausmisst, designs and builds. This has the interested reader can imagine at this point already. Peter researched for each individual construction of his house then the usual type of window in the scientific literature. He carefully made to drawings, and then lets the window by the carpenter to build one. Each window of his house is unique, which is suitable only in the window opening, and only in this construction phase. Even the glass and the material match the surrounds of the windows to the last drop and lead to the last peg. Only in this way, and unlike in any case! And if once hinhaut not exactly sold Peter the appropriate window again and can build something better.

this care I think is great! In New Town were in the 70 years of historical preservation committed crimes for which I now prefer the perpetrators would still be historically correct quartered on the square of four large Kaltblüterpferden alive. About these crimes you will grieve or in 100 years. About the rehabilitation of Peter's house you will speak in New Town in 100 years, yet happy. It does not only put forth a lot, they did so, certainly learned much new about medieval craft techniques. This redevelopment is a monument to Peter. I wish I could take him for once in the arm, and tell him how much I love him for it did. If possible in the presence of women from the Heritage Foundation. Whether you would understand that?

The outer walls and the window of Peter's house is the way finished. Looks really very, very great.

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being is like out and try, where you want to go

To the infinite history of the Scottish Rocks, denichseitjanhmhmmhm to unterbräächen, is the occurrence of a beloved little Reason bissl attention.
beginnings:
beginnings come suddenly. Sometimes, this jerk just a gentle breeze, which, however, inherent in a storm powerful force, or he is a fine, but certain cracking, like that of a withered branch, that old all over again, however, clear cut and yet to hear of it is that it to hear, or he is like a crack in the atmosphere, would it be colored, flash in rainbow colors would. Beginnings gather as an entire history of the silk trail of a dark wedding dress in a crackling ball of pleasure and throw the material high up into the light where it is new in a light color and light unfolds. Beginnings can be seen not only in temporal dimensions. They are limited on space sometimes. There they are, however, difficult to identify, but the word pair "here" and "there" as the beginning not as well known as that of "old" and "new" if they are not explicitly specified it: "here is new and there the old ".
What is this if you please to do with assistance? Well, those are my words and my person is inseparable from the concept of personal assistance. Incidentally, this is a third variety of start: The override (in texts), in this context, but more like a dense interweaving, a kind of emulsion - it would take away a component that would return a stale or meaningless rest, at least one substance which completely missed the intention of pursuing.
All life is a pinpoint moments in which a gathered silk ball flies through the air.
passes it as the law of attraction. It can be a law and it can be used as a law, but usually you find yourself merely as a piece of the puzzle back in the constellations of the moments in life and can only smile about it, that the law is not yet escaped.
would keep me ready for the umpteenth time the café over there, what I can see how I cry in the forest? The cafe is over there I often like the mirror in which we see the shape that looks to him. That sounds very banal. But do I account the fact that a situation in which I get, also may be a reflection of my mental state (and beyond is no escape from side perversity or similar distortion), the matter shall be confused. I think, to know who looks in the mirror. I look pure, but a fool stares back, I probably ask me if I am a sheep and it might not know? *
was sure, it just another half channi that reached from the side of my ears, but this was such a warm fresh and simple non-binding offer I was tempted to invent an excuse quick so I can take it. A little later, I turned to the voice - with a job offer . I have quite a few assistants and set them on their most excellent skills, which deepens both parties for the joy of contact and on very creative results. This voice did not fit into my concept. I heard a faint clicking noise. Joaquim heard it, too. Now I've
a wonderful wizard more. A full of wonders! A new type of employee recruitment was ... It was a handle in the middle into life. In the few moments after those words to which I respond usually allergic or I do the same numb spots, so was a start. Some people will say now, of course, which was a pure stroke of luck. It could have been able to get quite different. I think me not at all, and what speaks to my theory, however, is simply that's what.
It comes from now and before that a truly unique duo makes it more colorful streets of Zurich: A woman in a wheelchair on a blue motorbike and a man on a skateboard, who holds the handles of the wheelchair and can move. Or even to a handle, then he goes on his skateboard in the squat, swings in Seitenwagenpose and the two talk.
Even more I have of what is to draw conclusions drawn on what should be. Housewife philosophy? So, I've come into the full life now and get back a piece full of life! The Pilotprojäckt thank, for any life I can handle otherwise be forgotten. So we are already at a concert down in the literary café that Joaquim had ever shown me first. By motorcycle, of course. And per skateboard.
course, everything is much more complicated. The Projäckt came just at the moment where my need for assistance increased significantly. In order to calm some managers: Joaquim simply helps all, we are now so no fun-focused irresponsible and sometimes a very unpleasant sound term assistants Helped pair as it should be ... Why do I feel at all that shredded my life so still so much appetite for mischief? Even now? Again and again? And I just grab someone who is still completely unaffected by any industrial supply care about spirit.
What the poor, overtaxed police officers will say that we are out waving at some point? After all, we remain very good, when the lights are red and green for go just over the crossing. For the many twisted necks, we are not responsible for them. Joooaaahh! Since Si döffed but nöd! reverence for the wheelchair and anger (or envy - at least a mortal sin ...) the bird free skate: a interesting mix!
The attentive audience has of course, immediately noticed that the title of this blog entry is not from me. Joaquim has modeled it after the last Moule ausgeschlürft unmoved and the views of the lake was quiet again. There are several ways that lead to the same realization that you now have irretrievably messed with the chemicals in the body or twenty can wave to forty-five with the dashing society far only by very much. They lead to a statement that actually wake of the intelligence-pubertal phase of each spirit is, a truism: Life is now, at this moment . And that life is always a dress rehearsal and performance is at the same time may be a sign on it, how precious the present moment is where you tried, where you want to go.
"is ruining the reputation of times to finally openly's lives," said Wilhelm Busch, and so I wait confidently for the moment where the police will stop the motorbike owners / skateboard duo. Sometimes it is wonderful to fall through all the stitches. Especially if the company has previously pressed me so thoroughly through the net with their cramped fummligen hysterical helpless illogical posturing. Now I fall again, because I want it!

* School's course would now question the nature of the level and quality the mirror (ing) the stamp "pathological" miss ...

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2nd The road to Speyerbrunn

I stroll through my neighborhood and this time I do particularly like - to just two wheels. Between my legs and grumbles mumbles the 1100 V2 engine of my bikes - inside a big, comfortable chair with a whole herd of horses. I zuckele leisurely through the valley Elmstein to slowly pull me out of homes red sand stone over, then the delightful Speyerbach with its meanders in flowery meadows, then forest with tall trees. It smells gorgeous on the resin, just as if the good Lord a perfume of pine, Douglas fir and spruce creates and then poured over the Palatinate Forest. It is warm, the sky is blue as ink. From time to me is another Mopped brand "Japanese yogurt cup with as many cylinders and as many horses," contrary to or outdated grouching with me screaming engine. When they approach the screaming engines of a higher frequency than when they move away from me. Doppler effect as from the physics book.

Who knows the Elmstein valley knows that this is not without its dangers. The valley is beautiful, but windy and at times quite confusing. He that roars by on a motorcycle, lives even dangerous when he has mastered his machine perfectly. You never know what lies around the next curve or stands and brings to the falling down: a handful of pine cones, perhaps, has sent a particularly potent type in the wide world to establish new forests, or a few lumps of earth, from the followers of a stretcher like a piece of tree trunk, gekullert of one of the many timber trucks or just a Mopped with a breakdown. And then is good advice. Therefore, the district administration has decided years ago to block that route during the motorcycle season at the weekend for motorcyclists to avoid greater harm. Especially on weekends, namely earlier traveled from far away, the curve with the tourist season to mark and then in the valley Elmstein really let the pig out. Many dead and many more injured at that time it has given. Mitlerweile this limitation is rumored to be even throughout the year. I suspect a connection with global warming: If the winters are always mild, always report less curve Fetish most from their plane in this time of year. So you have to lock in the winter.

Until now I did not care. Me at the weekend in Motorradpulks through narrow winding curves is not mine anyway, so I would certainly not pass without blocking the track on weekends to Elmstein valley. Meanwhile, for me, however, changed the situation. In an internet forum I found quite by chance my old school friend Andrew, I had completely lost sight of. And as luck would have it, Andrew lives in the secluded Speyerbrunn, very near the source stream of Speyer. Speyer and the stream rises, as everyone knows Palatinate, in this very valley that I must not pass through the weekend.

"No problem!" the interested reader might now say "Then take it during the week your Mopped, and on weekends the car if you want to pay your friend a visit."
"Even yet a problem." I would respond in such a case. I belonged for over twenty years to those stubborn car objectors who seek their lives largely set up so that they do not need a car. I stay in the city where I work, spend the night with my choice of shops and apartments on adequate access to public transport within walking distance. And if it does not even walk, I'll take bicycle, taxi, train or even for several years the motorcycle. All in all this is much cheaper than the maintenance of a car and there is plenty of money left over for more fun things than looking for a parking lot. And a good conscience about global warming have been well.

A friendly policeman on the Neustadter police station told me that I could request a special event permit from the county government Bad Dürkheim. What he has not told me is that this special permit will cost 140 euros. It gave me an acquaintance with a motorcycle and weekend house insurance in the Valley believe. So probably not have as many motorcyclists such a dispensation. I of course not.

It is indeed still public transport to travel to visit my friend Andrew at the weekend. The timetable of the German railway then gives me clarity about the state of public transport in the Palatinate Forest: either I'm going at night from 1.15 clock with a call taxi, this takes about half an hour. Or I suppose a link clock at 8:32, which leads me in a zigzag course on high adventure Speyer and John Cross (two hours driving time, two times change, only on Wednesdays and Sundays). To 13.32 clock would be still a way to use the space-consuming detour route, as I am but even three hours on the road (also only on Wednesdays and Sundays).

So I had I is not presented. I'm going to ask a taxi driver once, which is the regular fare of an ordinary day for home visits on weekends. I am afraid that I need the money, which would cost me, then one or two weekend visits to Speyerbrunn can easily pay the exemption, and several tanks of fuel for's bike.

Biffy Clyro Mountains, Piano

Neverending Story - Part IV:

" What you do not, which one you want, that also want kein'm - what do ? 'you nn (. It can be seen free by Otto Waalkes is however very much an approach of the categorical imperative!)

To make it short: The watch is repaired, the Fixnetztelefon called "Foni" and can even send text messages, Sweden is the new tart-ready TV and the new printer (which I had to buy because my ancient Reibach not Vista-compatible) can Fötteli also colorful print. The clock is ticking again correctly and the new laptop does not belong to Sony because of incorrect wiring and resulting burns were recalled series. Had so can really be. I burn myself, anyway. But I did three months ago already extensively done, and perhaps it is the various evil spirits at some point too boring. Finally, they have sufficiently amused, as I am new kilt, I'm getting since January 2008, the blue thumb squeezed. A few days ago I kletzelte from the last of cheap nail and now around the Resthässlichkeit.

communication also. The am Albis. An attempt:

There are things that exclude altogether. Light and dark about this pair of the first day of creation. Heaven and earth. Where's the one, the other can not be. Opposite.

Then there are the specifications that confirm these oppositions, such as total darkness and bright light and those who are able to refute these poles or closer together, perhaps dying sky and dark earth . Oh, that reminds me of times when I spend hours brooded over such sentences, only to delete it again because they are flawed, because depth is lacking, because they are refutable ... But I hope that you, reader inclined, gentle reader, know what is meant here. grayish Black . Dirty Weiss . graspable length . delicate area. war and peace . fire and water . Schalke and Dortmund .

You know, I am faced with a phenomenon, for which I lack a once illuminating, illustrative parallel. disability is indeed in opposition to very much want to, for example, to assertion or assertiveness , not just to a single Term, such as sexuality (clears throat). It depends also on the context and perspective. So for some people is a person with a disability is a quality as assertion something quite real, while the combination disability and assertion for some people of questionable authority, such as doctors or officials, is somehow inconceivable and are therefore clearly in opposition. friendly self-assertion now represents a specification, so many, and brings some completely off balance.

" Make yourself once unpopular, then you will be taken seriously," said Konrad Adenauer.

sorry! And like so many sad: true .

And I certainly was anything but unfriendly, as I held for orthopedics in writing what I had for months only requested oral argument and was fobbed always, nenei guät the manner scho Sun and jo wüssed Si at the end because sashayed Dänner scho popped and now absolutely nothing. God, how I love it and all professionals who know how. Oral, friendly, successful - terms which exclude each other. Scheinz. Successful I mean completely innocent in the sense that my wishes heard, taken seriously and implemented meiomei even! From blond and woman and successfully I will not say yes, much of blond and woman and disabled and successful ...

After I had with arguments that I had not sucked out of the fingers, the smug, not specifying, no explanatory allegations from the letter of the orthopedics came into perspective, smooth throughout the bathroom back clapped out with the child in me - have "... we do not notice that you are so unhappy with us and our services. In particular, AB thought that you had a good rapport (...). take (...) We, the seat and back shell back free of charge ... " As if that was the point! And I stand as the ass in front of the Albis. So long as I mitlächle in Gutdrahtspiel everything is located in butter, just my concerns remain behind the seven mountains. Let me take the six-friendly dwarfs my concerns to the man, they are left out - I send the seventh, the grumpy dwarf, then throws man before me to be a spoilsport. And I was not even grumpy! 've Just passed on it that my needs are taken into account at last. Perhaps no wonder that my persistence is interpreted as dissatisfaction. If my filthy rutschfähigem been requests for material to sit on and balance the pelvic position from the start into account, I would not have to dig deeper over and over again. - But why do I let myself not gutdrahtig at rest, as it should be brave for a Behigrhmpf. What do I have a Sottige-as-I be . Nuisance.

A friend recently said that I was in battle. At least that was the word that my work (and what some other people with my point of view) come closest. - Actually, I do not like this war vocabulary. My life is my life and complications are planned, many, many, many fear complications, but I live my life with and go forward, though often snail-slow do not fight and against anyone just handle with him or her something. Try it at least.

may be yes, but all my thoughts crossed wrong. Finally, I sprayed my recently dry shampoo instead of hair spray on the bulb and not noticed it, laughed at my date and my half-crooked-Stunning well-be-white scales in an experimental scatter. I will just old and ossified in my perception?

Then Ellen comes and leaves a little light is absorbed by me. She writes what a Mediation final report they have to write and because they are completed they can not see me this week. I read meditation final report and wonder about the strange notion indeed, but not specifically think about it. Maybe that's just the point: the orthopedic read what they can read them, what they can tell from my writing. Namely, that I'm dissatisfied. She probably reads this because they know somewhere so that I have reason to be dissatisfied. ... Not so wrong - Conversely, I look for signs that the orthopedic ignores about my wishes and concerns, because I'm blond woman disabled. In this case, orthopedics is probably nothing more than an ordinary Swiss service company with inadequate communication and considers a customer or a customer should not hesitate to be beautiful that is happy when he or she served. Not so wrong ...?

In any case, the communication at the Albis. Feelings are projected onto the other and to will be offended or hurt or Thirty three responded to think.

follows Nevertheless now but still a part V of the neverending story, because I am now just arrived in the present and even do not know how it goes. But - smile! - Dear reader and dear readers - we will get our way on ...

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sky, Albis, twisting

It is not the come to an end with the story of a wheelchair, I'm getting since January 2008. This time can be a metaphor but asterisk dance before my eyes: The September is the ninth month! The Otto Bock is a balance! What awaits me for a birth? If the orthopedics but still conjure a soft Caesarean section? How long should I still on the deformed pliers cushion bother? And what will be the start of the IV is so annoying and stubbornly defended against DI? Because I'm a public enemy. Jaahaa! A national traitor. Those who did not know: At sneaky way examines the DI, by the 5th IV-Revision healthy glow Thrust disability (disability insurance bill?) Ripping off her Otto Zock and the seat and back shells. She wants to enrich the Helvetic inappropriate and social work to which any decent Citizen has to be undoubtedly proud, maliciously inflict harm, not help to plug the deficit in billions of Switzerland's social work to which every decent citizen to be proud to kindly, efficient. In most reprehensible manner she does that is repeated appeal against a decision that instructs, seat and back shell of the criminal patients were only about three-quarters pay, the rest is borne by the district insidious DI itself. That sounds like eh not much, a quarter, and yes, it's pathetic, but the financial situation of a Sottigen-as-I do not anyway unmickrig. There are, as always, questions of perspective and the relation.

One of Special Agent marred Burch confusion (SAHB), a pit bull that is on the line of IV, was in early times in my humble abode, spoke much and very kind and drove me for a few minutes from my diamond litter to the rich to inspect pads, in short, he "did so only his work." Soit qui mal y pense Honny. In any case, the growl and paw sharpening is the Special Agent M. Wczrk, so this excellent fighting dog, one of the reasons why I still think wired petulant Roll Otto'm getting - not because until the trial ended, I can not document shelve.

For ever writes FDI. The Names are here of course, changed:

REGISTERED

IV-place Zurich

8005 Zurich

Subject: AVAILABLE bla bla July 2008

33rd August 2008

Dear Mr. So,

the objections and comments from my orthopedic surgeon, Hr. AB of orthopedics in XY Z. You have previously received. They stress the technical aspects of the objections that I have with that letter or even raise objection to the IV.

Please let me mention that in just under 20 minutes, in which he stayed, Mr. M. Wczrk of the SAHB in my apartment, his interlocutors mostly my assistant was also Romanian and the two talked consensus about their home country. A few minutes had the pilot project "Assistance Budget paid before then about five minutes my Sitzorthesen were reviewed, which at that time were not even in the final, permanent status, but still in the provisional phase of my trial and error. My assistant, a medical student in the fourth year of training, wondered about the complacent quick rod run this "inspection" and regrets long been the practical point entirely unjustified decision by the IV, to me as a concerned party and heaven knows the least responsible in this sad financial carousel so much grief prepared.

Hr. AB, hour after hour after hour on my orthotics perfectly properly (as for many years) and worked with me personally for months carried out one after the other customization. There is absolutely no doubt which of the two men and whose assessment of more importance should be imputed.

I ask politely and honestly to end this strange history, which build on an understandable but entirely misplaced in this context, financial deport the AI is based (push off the costs to me). The approximately CHF 1700, which intends to IV are saving more than my monthly rent. Mr. Wczrk will now proud to be a chocolate ice cream on a stick and IV can, indeed, is so truly from the billion-dollar financial deficit out. Bloss, how should I shell out the amount ...? The Goldmariechen called Marie, do not DI ...

I NEED these orthoses, exactly as they are. Is it not for the IV, people like to support me as much as possible? The whole thing makes me totally exhausted in the case.

Sincerely,

the Sottige even

In writing this third part of my September quadrology, good job two weeks after this letter was a response pending. I will probably get in a few weeks now, but a confirmation of receipt.

The fourth and last time being part of the never-ending story is meant to refer to the title of the first episode and take a close look at what is going on with a communication at the Albis for any relation. That's the other reason for getting the hairy shocks that started in January of 2008 in the third millennium of Western era, still not complete.

(If so continued again ...)

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cleaning ladies. So is this: Think through your smallest coherent state of consciousness, and divide this gray 100th size Liquefy the mass and let it seep through a Umgänglichkeitsfilter. The result, you may indicate feeeeeeeern of the IQ of a cleaning woman. - Since April, I now propose me around with women candidates. Here, the Eastern European accent was the least good or a really funny joke, because the strange, throaty Geröchel proved to be the most innocent Valais dialect. But that they thought, after much cleaning and flattering flattery of cute but I could make friends with moonlighting itself? Also, you looked at me as ATM, which can be activated via SMS and on the fly a black loose hundreds of makes. Well well well. For that I'm meeting tons of women from other cultures and can fit my English and my scraps battered Italian. Che razza Tues servitú in questa casa!

Back to Otto Cock, I am getting since January.

To make it clear (for some readers not understand it): the wheelchair plus e-fix was plus seat and back shells I since April, first in the rudest state, then only raw and every few weeks bissl recycled - only, in fact, still have not finished ...

The disposal of the IV for the upper peg (the one for the orthotics will arrive separately) covers a bissl smaller than the amount called for in the offer of Orthoplädie. I do not even remember. What

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come for even the idea that I would not conceded anything on my wheelchair? For the gold-studded Fenders and stocked with beads woven silk fabric of unspeakable envy clouded my throne I let my assistants work harder. But the IV that, even the spaaahrt. Namely. I won. Dutifully. Specifically. Effective!

VERN NFTIG Ü!

- And then the push handles not paid. Because of the lottery has a block that is electric drive. I won. Shall decide the conscientious people, who recruit in an effectively operating authority rational considerations.

A friend recently said that it was so quiet around I have become. This is simply the result of all those fancy and all life erasures idiocies that cause nothing, nothing, NOTHING good news. Not about me, it has become quieter, but in me, as a reflection of the perfect Miesepeterei a no-fun-organization, which in turn mirrors the Helvetic rapture.

My phone is broken. The time now but never really funny, because my Fixnetztelefon is still always broke and I can get no help! So I buy the very next day as an electronic Sweden tarts. For instructions of Cablecommaten is joined by a new phone. There, the first thing I save the addresses of my night assistant and my neighbor.

way, I'll start thinking. What a broken series! In return, my back seems to be stabilizing. For weeks I have to go back no more cramps, pain due to the changeover to the new position and the real acupuncture works wonders. A constant medication of muscle relaxants may be relieved by an occasional. The hashish milk I drink but still, for the tastes so good.

My laptop is broken. Volltot. Reanimation impossible.

The wages are paid late, work reports scribbled on papyrus, Payrolls chiseled in stone. A new one is expensive (which rhymes with yes!). ToshibaSonyMacHP? InterDiscount manor Bahnhofstrasse. For instructions on Cablecommat Schwedentörtli and are joined by piles of installation CDs, manuals and quick start instructions. How much one time then spent with background adjustment and securing set and Vista Learning and installation of all that ran under XP but not at stumbles and syncing with mobile phone and so are all aware of the Ratio-kissed people, ie all except those who believe that a wheelchair would never be pushed with a broken electric drive.

even want my clock remains.

But that does not matter. The whole trouble breaks irrelevant to nothing. I must euthanize Kafka. The little guy is hopelessly ill. For hours I bury my face in the lifeless, still pick up of vanilla-scented fur until the messenger from the crematorium my little prince and me to be a new order. A completely empty.

move the values themselves.

Broken appliances, new equipment - not much more than time.

The Fourth less important than the name is short. Words, words, words. Nothing but a bunch Ausserdinglichkeit. Does not the soul. No joy, no liveliness. Not even common sense. One tool, a crutch. Mirror of the Helvetic Society: What will not be seen, but it must support, but not so hard. In the Trinity only just body in the mirror but (ironically) mind and soul.

goes Oh me away with your leichenmodrigen avarice. People will love pushing my wheelchair without your handles.

(To be continued ...)

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The tragedy back (or: Communication request)

Since January 2008, I get a new wheelchair. At this point I have to stop already, but this is already no matter, at least as regards the course of events. Not as far as the style of things, oh oh oh no! To stir up the style in this context almost metaphorical dimensions! - Well, the British have since this continuum, which is linguistic - of course, here in translation - inspired by the wonderful gesture and they - in their grotesque smirking - just wonderfully reflects: Since January 2008 I'm getting a new wheelchair. Yes.

This should now become a fact of the countless e-mails, countless phone calls and the millions of billions of instances of other forms of communication here between the IV site, the Special Agent marred Burch confusion (SAHB), orthopedics, my assistant were my parents and my own humble self in frightening and frightened naivete, in good and bad will, in practicality as inadequacy in social policy as well as unspeakable idiocy out, barking and gejapst. I, too, the accuracy of the Chronicle does not matter which is likely to be satisfied, because puffs arranged so pretty the light blue transparent pencil case, which offers since January 2008, the month since I receiving a new wheelchair'm getting on quotes, orders, appeals, arguments and other documents in the new wheelchair, which I'm getting since January 2008, sufficient material to do so.

in January broke my watch and my replacement watch was worn through Sun Bändeli gozzlausig that I also could never attract. Thus my jewelry delicacies, my Fingerringuhr, became the standard. Of course I thought then of anything further about it.

So I signed once the explanations of pre-financing, speed up the matter with my new wheelchair, brand Otto Bock. Also I would paste the orthopedic one seat and a backrest.

went in January so I manually operating around in my old wheelchair, because the electric drive was in rebellion and I wanted to find again functioning perfectly, on my new Otto Sock. So I could not leave the apartment alone. But that's not sooo bad in the winter. Hand-driving is just not as funny when a zerdreht a cramp in the back in a grotesque position considerably and you should go to bed, and quickly.

February. My Fixnetztelefon breaks.

March. Patient in the home.

April! Otto rocks! Bowls try! E-fix again! Spring ahoy! Unfortunately, the charger is the e-defective fix. I threaten with a Verzeigung failure to aid, if the thing is not replaced immediately - great success! Although in a few weeks to die, this new charger, but I do not know yet and I feel successful in my communication management.

The Football Championship and with it comes a flat screen and digital Cablecommat fantasy. For breaks my DVD player.

rotates between, the personnel carousel. Hubert makes his diploma at the ETH, and leaves me and it leaves me literally, the good spirit, the best, the dearest simple, the back led me into being and there still holds, in its place connect Mike and Protagonos, Sara, I had dismissed. Their is no contradiction intolerable and yet innocent, but absolute resistance training I will probably never understand. In its place, Fiona stepped out of the realm of fairies and elves ...

(To be continued ...)

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first Speyer Cathedral

I stroll through my neighborhood and landing in Speyer, that ancient city, which was indeed founded by the Romans as a city, but as a settlement is much older. For over 5000 years people live. A troubled history has seen this Speyer was destroyed several times, the magnificent Dom should be torn down and even the Jewish population was wiped out equal number of times. A swampy area

once was. Malaria has been raging here. But has since been completely wiped out: Firstly, the engineer Johann Gottfried Tulla the Rhine in a tight corset and wiped out its tributaries and wetlands, then came the BASF and gave the Anopholes mosquitoes of the rest

Today, the French revolutionary troops disappeared. The Swedish mercenary armies as one looks in vain as the malaria mosquito and the Roman merchants. The new plague Speyer are the tourists. You drive slowly through the narrow streets and then slow down suddenly and without warning. They go in the pedestrian zone three of side by side and are always slower, just to weave in the moment when one sets to Übeholen, suddenly. They hang around on Domnapf (his story should be told at this point once) and do not just go out of the picture. This is extremely annoying!

Why is the guy now on its side? I just want to quickly get an idea of the facade of the cathedral. Where the Swedish mercenaries, if you need them? Because I realize that the man why not go away, because he also just want to make a quick picture of the cathedral. So I take it easy with, consider it as part of the subject. Finally, Tourists are now so of course the city, and that would be without Domfoto kamerabehängte tourists as incomplete, as one without scaffolding.

On the way back I'm so forgiving. I handle the Touristenpulks smile widely, to people in the cafes that spend their money there and thus ensure in Speyer for jobs. Finally, I still find this futuristic phone booth, the colored light magic on the pavement. I make a nice picture of the cathedral, with the cell phone and with the awesome lighting effects. On this screen, but a man can be seen, and which is not a tourist but a native-bred, their Saturday shopping done. I'm happy again.

Actually, I am also a tourist in Speyer.

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That would be the cramps after the hospital stay, stay away, I thought well, to some extent after emergency like , in an honest belief in the sustainability of conventional medical treatment. As if. Recently, the words were I spend the last few weeks between convulsions and struggles . Sigh. Still cute, whereupon the word spasm rhymes, especially at the turn of an employer. Who actually invented the office stuff? And he was hanged for it properly? Pf!

least I was delivered less often to the immediate world around me Hilflosigkeitsgefummel of, or had to observe it less frequently and bekopfschütteln, such as the cramped Stühlerückerei in the cafes. - Indoors and outdoors as. Am I suffering perhaps from the world around me ...?

After I had the seventh chakra empty bottle 10 drops, I was asked whether I could now accept my illness better. - I was so flat that I could hardly lift up the jaw again. That is why I was not come for treatment, no no no hospital, this time, but alternative, holistically. At such a disease, there is nothing to accept, at best, a life around them can make confident, because what acceptance means exactly? None of the great, take that word in the mouth can describe it. So I have people ask me if I would have accepted my illness, a terror. And consummate horror of me are these, who claim that they had accepted their illness and be happy now. The whole thing rests on the misconception that something of this disease (or some other hefty) at all could accept . People attach handle it this way in order to classify a phenomenon as disability somehow to life. The misunderstanding, however, goes back much further. presented prior to the onset of a disease never (well, never really really really) someone whether he or she is a serious or accepted with the matter because they hired you? That disease is not accepted in principle, is a commonplace. Why else is running for every ache to see a doctor? And to complete the degree, dear reader physically healthy and physically healthy dear readers, I ask back: Do you accept your health? - Not very useful, this Except that threatens the realization to dawn that health is a relative term gopfertelli. Already a commonplace ...

on the dubious question of acceptance of my condition explained through further I want it never really was the disease that I suffered, but the hysterical fuss and fumbling of the people around me, which in turn seriously ill at the helplessness, but are physically fit enough to spoil my life and hold back in any case not with strange spells and attacks in my privacy. to be mentioned at this point the inertia and the stupidity of institutions such as IV or health insurance, the tough exclusion (from) the economy / world of work and the stupid and naive talk of inclusion and equality of society and the church. - Okay, that was now again a sweeping blow. Has done well ... - It is of course a very bold theory: My "disease" should not be the ataxia, but the people around me. Each oh-so-well-tuned and mild medical school here, make your hair stand on end, a patient could but nothing for his condition and is default-poor. Interdiction and dismissal of all responsibility was not a prostration pitching (prostration spasm ?) Of the value as a person, but benevolent relief. In general should Sottige-as-I be happy and keep your beautiful the mouth. - A Buddhist would probably agree and compassionate look deep into my eyes nystagmic. I have already indicated that I much prefer this approach - because the is respect for my person the is perception of my personality. The serenity is good for me. Of course I still cry when I krampfverbogen in bed or lying on the floor and Hechler my page like a woman (there are actually way psychologists who the event of a spasm the birth of an approach - not only concerning the pain). And yes, if I so bowed down and groaning drum pray that pass by the attack may, it is difficult, in fact, the (as physical) as an illusion to dismiss ...

After all, puts the presumption that in reality the other people are my illness, not the ataxia, the concept acceptance a reasonable reach. can be accepted negative things when positive stand next to it. I can accept my weicheiigen office colleagues when this all other women and men in the team have skills and assertiveness. Kobi Kuhn's departure can be accepted because it is Othmar Hitzfeld. Accept a woman her unhappy marriage to a considerable extent, because the existence of their daughter developed for damage . endurance would be more appropriate, however, although the expression. And exactly why is the physical ataxia not acceptable because it is a physical damage is on the body level, nothing oppose is really positive (except, of course, in my case I have the good keys on my laptop, meet huaaahaha good joke). endurance I can make some people because my mother is standing next to me, or my father, or Ellen, or Hubert or other, but they are to count on two hands.

As this paper is to complete, remains open. At night, after I started writing it five days ago, I woke up - because I did not hurt . As if my body can not believe his luck really, and to the consciousness pöpperlet to ask. For many years, I am an ardent follower of the AND connection and do not think it is because of the so because I acupuncture twice a week, let me, but - and here, the interested readers draw their own conclusion.

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