Yes, well no, he still is not there, the new e-fix. And I do not cross no matter. Irony is the weapon of the powerless. Indifference to the Sottigen . Sometimes this is to combine this diffusers ...
is not so. Not if the weapons thought to play a role. As a fighter, which avoids the shock of her opponent, let me rub me in the middle of the alphabet soup. It is a decision. What have I for a choice, just as a volunteer to do what I force the consonants? You know not what they do. Consonants are the way to a consciousness not conscious. On the other hand I can imagine me a certain freedom of thought.
was actually not this knowledge is the reason why I stopped in March. Nor that I would not be further written to the various masters. Yes, even a visiting day one I thought. First I was on the SVA Mr. Segenhor who, although exceptionally polite - he let me finish really accessible - but also terrifying from reality - that wheelchairs are, of which he knew, but that an e-fix any exclusive made for the brash Sottige , but an ordinary Behindimobiding, which he did not know. After that I was still at the office for additional services to the AHV and IV, and made one very italicized consonants clearly that I appreciate a response would have on my several months ago and asked repeated from time to time issue. It smelled really awful but papiermodrig scarf in this lit corridors, in which figures Kafkaesque herumschlurften with towering, flat hands and chin clamped between stacks of paper. From that in this context all unauthorized Leistungsunfug you are an estimated readers, up to now been spared. And this should remain so.
No: Holiday in April were on the plan. New York. San Francisco. - A lot was prepared. The mandatory online to confrontational question of whether the person addicted to drugs einreisebeantragende OR physically or mentally potentially causing hardship OR terrorism is inclined, answered only one sottige bag as I did with
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holidays in the dining Juu Ejj are no recovery for the body, but a never-ending feast for the soul. Sottige not need to ask Where can I go for? , they can consider smiling Where I go out today? - It took a few days before I noticed it back when I was the first time in New York. A restaurant has a table in a bay window, where the operation could only get there from the inside via wire - one madness! - And I will certainly out and three men along with wheelchair lift me up from the outside. Much will joked, eyes light up and nowhere's sounds Jo Si daa goot nööd ...
"Oh sure, of course!" - Ulrika's, 115 East 60th Street
Bördli at the curbs, the crossings? - Oh Helvetia Sanctissima how much you have yet to learn! Flattening is not enough, then stop when holding still three, four, five or six inches. That it goes with the Ceiling, is shown at the bicycle path! There are in fact between the road and sidewalk - null - Centimeter height difference. Aha. Would also. In New York there is also Sottige. Quite simply, at each crossing between all the other people. Without extra support, special protection, special action and unacceptable overhead. Hm
stroll, stroll, saunter. Look Left, Right, Up. Not to be stopped by: down. Not extracted by attention forever stupid curbs. Can be. Can be and enjoy.
Starr Goofer end? - Even your parents, Helvetia dulcis still have to learn very much. For it is not true, this myth of the blessed curious children who marvel at just what they do not know. I was very probably also viewed by children in New York, the children in San Francisco. But look is not just interested in staring präpotent. It has to do perhaps with the cramped condition, wriggling in the people here when they encounter aliens in wheelchairs and their parental helplessness in a Mueschnödluege! culminates, the mysterious and embarrassed the children are whispered, eyeing the then all the more urgent, what's so strange? Own art strength. Own way (... not to say, because we are on English ground: own art - at any rate: so what?). - Unlimited was my great pleasure to be nothing special. In one New York plain each of a minority: blacks, Latinos, people with disabilities, Chinese, Japanese, homeless, single mothers, gays, lesbians, women who are victims of male violence, any religion ... Even the whites are in relation to all the rest put together in the minority. And so it does not matter and therefore it only occurs once approached with respect for the neighbor. Is it not strange that of all the police in New York those three words painted on their cars, which I most people in this country, that I have to do need desperately miss?
Courtesy - Professionalism - Respect: A little missing and was not always guaranteed ... all rare
In San Francisco itself folded down in a gay bar Tischli so I can put my drink in decent height. Even in banks and money exchange offices, there were so fleet lowered the bar. This with special dedication to the brainless idiots designer who recently hinswappen anywhere in Zurich such hip standing bars. Wow, cool.
Wheelchair accessible: in wheelchairs are people that will last a little different, in principle, but work as little different from all other men work differently - because all people are different anyway: On the surface, at least the Americans have understood this.
bus travel? While beating the Swiss and some of its unpopular European immigrants latest doll on his chest - Huerechaschte! - because they use after decades of groans and financial groan a few lines in the urban network low-floor buses (they drive but unfortunately not reliable always), one has Ennetbürgen the Atlantic noticed long ago that we fix the wheelchairs also must because during an emergency stop, otherwise like bullets through the car hiss - in it together with its users. Ou jo Thurs aalüte müend Dänner Si's size: Ine öppis gmacht? I only had the glasses rammed in the face ... It was time in the Forchbahn. All of this was diffusers
Soodeli does that. Click. Does every wizard in no time out and the chauffeur is required anyway - because it is law.
Man's can certainly be overdone with the Rollstuhlanschreiberei. Absolutely beautiful and right, when it finally is time enough wheelchair parking and they will not be abused by some Huschhuscheinkaufmödelimamelis, finally you have written to all inputs that are not side, rear or underground garages and many automatic Door opener, but it is: At the end everything will be grotesque, if it is exaggerated!
is here suggested that wheelchair users are all monkeys. How else but with very long arms of the soap dispenser would be achieved? The intense thinker is the way, Joaquim, who was crazy enough to accompany me during the two-week United States. - The clever basin have been spotted in the Yerba Buena Center for the Arts in San Francisco, in fact an art piece.
the e-fix I'm on the beach from the Pacific may be ruined, how much I scraped the, was arrested at the beginning of this essay - a new way or I'll so, or raise any such need. Joaquim braced himself with all his might against the seemingly indomitable resistance, while I was in the outdoor mode, full throttle. So we plowed my way through the swirling sand at the location specified for Sottige otherwise remains mostly inaccessible to where up licking the broken waves, the beach and never can be estimated with certainty as to where the salty wetness: Joaquim's clothes were all wet and I now have sand in the gears.
... But for them!
It is true that this text does not sound in the tone of America Zujubelei. Why did it not to be explained by tons of history books and biographies and is expected to jump a non-literary or non-political in the same eye. Nevertheless, Manhattan is my personal dream, this juxtaposition of youth and style neon sign, Subway and Metropolitan Museum of Art, Little Italy and Frick Collection, Pierpont Morgan Library and Times Square and other, countless contradictions. The density of artistic goods located here is so unique as that of the skyline, even without the Twin Towers. Between the sky-aspiring giants, in the never-ending noise siren I sink in a wonderful nameless being. With a wheelchair that actually has nothing to do. Countless souls was and is that way. But this experience adds a wheelchair add a facet, and it is intense in this way.
Just as every experience gains in intensity when it is hard work. Just as all life is gaining intensity as many hard skull must be crashing.
holidays are always a squalid disadvantage: You have to come back. From San Francisco or New York to return home to Zurich for wheelchair users as a homecoming for frogs from damp, overgrown swamp to the desert with some scanty scrub.
Apropos coming back. This is the last essay I here, on this website published. I'm working on my own page, and here's then a link. The design is difficult, especially when the gap between demand and capacity is so great as in the Sottigen. Oh, it must still look. Anyway, there is time, after the many unintended, an intended break!
Au revoir
