It was either Thursday or what the theme park .. Nevertheless
has ne troupe of young people, many crickets not 18 taken in the park so that together. asked
But when the Russian wild bunch of fighting bulls to the guy with the big face "and so have just the friendliest and sypatischsten boys thought it heard the latest on the fun. When he would throw her red rag to the bulls on the poor guy with clenched Fäußten and probably wooden clubs and iron bars.
And I stand.
And I stand.
And I see it.
very many I thought shoot through my head. Why does it have to be back foreigners who are so aggressive. 6 years ago there were kind of Turks wanted a cigarette and have a spread over the face. Actually, there were no Turks .. but .. assembled at any rate from Asia Minor, or Croatia or the devil knows. It really is not care.
And I stand.
And I stand.
And I believe it but not to run after the pack.
Like a clown I come before me, because I actually think this situation will be able to de-escalate.
failure.
one in the kisser. "Stay out".
we can not clarify the different? "Stop you out I said, "and another in the face.
I cry. From anger and helplessness." Why are you screaming around like that? "and now another one.
What should I not cry? It hurts and I can fight such a superior power to do anything. I think only the fat of which at a distance. His dirty fingers I will not have determined in the face.
last they are gone ... for whatever reason. I'm still standing there, dazed. My friend has long been the police on the phone, but says that the Russians are gone and everything is ok. She hangs up and sees me. How do I go to-ground.
turns with me everything, my jaw hurts and I see spots before the eyes.
"Not again" I think only. My girlfriend is crying the next 10 hours almost continuously.
The ambulance comes. In the car I can still hear "shit, they are already there. This time with lights. I almost do not care, I have things really well and the other will be nothing. Even the rescue team gets to do it with fear and ends from the inside waiting for the police are arriving. Much too late. They're already long gone.
my noble motives, yes.
My strategy? For the lost items quite well. At least the other nothing happened.
What else?
For the best of all good things.
The face does not hurt a bit when Laugh, but:
The face does not hurt a bit when Laugh, but:
The bigger the pain, the greater the courage
a story of flesh and blood.
~ Muff Potter
