Of course you should pay attention that these sensitive structures
has their natural environment.
Avoid to use solid roads and safe asphalt.

Now I just had some fitness training with some health diet.
Now I am high-spirited again and there in urbane area trees split with
In perpetuity it is avenged I leave some steam from with biographical.
No, no not with Mrs. Wang. The good should rest something fo today.
I was lively as a child a little bit and, hence, the fascination probably touches for
Means of transportation of all kind. Favourite with according to belling and many cylinders.
I was lively as a child a little bit and, hence, the fascination probably touches for
Means of transportation of all kind. Favourite with according to belling and many cylinders.
Moreover, my father and many of my uncles where truck drivers. I am
so to speak, in the smoke of the diesel grown up. Maybe I have even a little bit of it
Blood. Maybe i left the blood donations.
Everything drives what and according to was and is still amusing.
As a small boy it was to be steered my dream once 40 tonnes of vehicle
and how my father on the Monday morning at 4 o'clock in Oman or to Teheran
to drive off. Now I am at least not with 40 tonnes under my bottom
passed away.
The fascination has remained.  
Above all on travelling I always have to me all possibilities of the locomotion
opened offered itself me.
First sometimes of the SUV or Pick Up.
My favorite vehicle in africa is always Toyota Hylux.
Reliably how a Swiss clockwork and top equipped.
Where my car is there  is my home. 

Ordinarily I eat the serving in the office.
If it is getting late and still other duties shout, I take food home.
After the study the sport news and a little training
the hunger contacts.
The noodles and all other are cold of course long ago.
Step 2
Anew there come two eggs, some oil (sesame-seed oil is the best),
black pepper, oregano, butter and cheese (blue cheese if possibly)
Briefly everything lets itself still use what from the fridge.
The butter in the frying pan melt and roast the noodles in it.
Also all other without eggs in addition. I love it if the noodles
a little bit brownish colour get.
The noodles from the frying pan take and mix again with some sesame-seed oil.
The empty frying pan coat with butter and roast two fried eggs.
Everything quite simply and tastes. In addition I recommend a chilled Coke.
A divine meal and it is already midnight.
Now, unfortunately, the kitchen looks as if it was of a horde Mongols
been struck.
For the solution there is, actually, only one shoots up and a strenuous variation.
The quickness: Switch out theLight.
The slow? This cannot be oh well hard.

Creatively cooking? People I believes there too much shouting is made therefore.
It is 20:30. The last appointment with the customer is to an end. End of work, champion's league
and fine food. Everything very promisingly.
The name of the creation? I call the simply sometimes noodles from the frying pan.
no worry this is complicated not
Step 1:
I go to the Turkish snack. Here one meets nice people. Here one is able
about the last catches blether, the next hunt trips blether and the new one
Fishing rod allow to examine.
There is a LCD with the topical football transference there also. Here one is able already
almost live right?
Here I get my noodles with chicken in mushroom sauce for taking. Tasty.
The play badly runs for Barcelona. Juventus wins 3:0.
The last sentence do not take notes. He does not belong to the recipe.
Not at all so hard right?
Now I have to go to the work. Tonight I write the 2nd step.

By the air floats music. Clearly and according to although I can
see no musicians. The people in the street edge wave to us happily.
They wish us a good trip. We wave back and thank. The music comes
from a flute. I can hear this. Only one, however, so loud and,
nevertheless, invisibly. I discover Frauke and Knut in the amount
and hop on them to. They look not so happy as the others.
I stretch the hand to them, however, oddly enough they go away
from me without moving. I call her names. Nevertheless, they may
remain with me. Nevertheless, they may come with me. But I see only
her faces becoming more and more anxiously. All my efforts me to
them fail to bring near. Suddenly the music falls silent. I look
around. A man with a flute in his hands stands before me.
I ask myself, where from he comes and noted why I him not before.
I believe to know him, besides, he has no face. Why he is familiar
to me? How can he play the flute if. . . ?
„Scharführer Meier ihr stört die Ordnung!“


Par l'air plane la musique. Clairement et selon bien que je
ne peux voir aucun musicien. Les gens au bord de rues nous
saluent allègrement. Ils nous souhaitent un bon voyage. Nous
faisons signe en arrière et remercions. La musique descend de
flûte. Je peux entendre cela. Seulement l'un cependant si fort
et, pourtant, invisiblement. Je découvre Frauke et Knut dans
la quantité et sautille sur eux à. Ils ne semblent pas si
joyeux que les autres. Je tends la main vers eux cependant
bizarrement ils s'éloignent de moi sans remuer. J'appelle ses
noms. Pourtant, ils peuvent rester sur moi. Pourtant, ils peuvent
venir avec moi. Mais je vois seulement ses visages futurs encore
plus timidement. Tous mes efforts moi échouent en approcher.
Tout à coup se tait la musique. Je regarde en arrière.
Un homme avec flûte dans ses mains se trouve devant moi.
Je me demande d'où il vient et pourquoi je le remarquais
non déjà tôt. Je crois le connaître avec cela, il n'a aucun
visage. Pourquoi connaît-il à moi ?
Comment peut-il jouer flûte si. . . ?
„Scharführer Meier ihr stört die Ordnung!“


Música flota en el aire. No puedo ver claramente y fuertemente
incluso aunque músicos. Personas en el lado de la carretera
agitando nos alegre. Nos desea un buen viaje. Onda de espalda
y gracias. La música proviene de una flauta. Puedo oírlo.
Único pero tan fuerte y aún invisible. Descubro Frauke y Knut
en la multitud y salto que. Se parecen a los otros no tan alegre.
Extiende la mano sobre ellos, pero curiosamente apartan de mí,
sin moverse. Llamo su nombre. Usted puede quedarse conmigo.
Usted puede venir conmigo. Pero veo solo sus caras expectantes
siempre miedos. No todos mis esfuerzos para abordarlos.
De repente, la música se detiene. Miro a mi alrededor.
Antes de mí se encuentra un hombre con una flauta en sus manos.
Me pregunto cómo viene y notado antes por qué no hacerlo.
Creo conocerlo mientras que él no tiene rostro en todos.
¿Por qué conoce él a mí? ¿Cómo puede él tocar la flauta cuando. . . ?

„Scharführer Meier ihr stört die Ordnung!“

„Otto Stumm, Gefreiter Otto Stumm if you permit?“
He does not wait for my answer. The match hisses
and illuminates the space round us. I look at the
short flickering on the wall. Bedsteads and drip
racks throw weird shades to the wall. The light
goes out so all of a sudden as it had come.
The red glow illuminates a little his face.
He blows the smoke with relish to the cover.
„I am sorry that I have torn out almost the
arm to you. But it had to be. Otherwise, you would
have liked from the bed. “ He laughs briefly and
moves again in his cigarette. I use the opportunity,
 „Where am I?“ He nods, the cigarette smoke forms a
small cloud before his face. „In the WHZ of Warsaw.
Everything is all right. “ WHZ? If nothing occurs
to me at the moment in addition. But his „everything all right“
gives trust me. He sits comfortably on the edge of the bed
and smokes. Otherwise, nothing seems to concern him.
Everything looks after „all right“.

"Scharführer Meier my name is Block, Sturmbannführer Block!
How are you?“ My attempt to answer fails because of many iron
clips which fix mine recently, directed pine. My answer
resembles more a hum. Sorry?“
„The uncle doctor, has altered to him just his knob.
If you will excuse me Herr Sturmbannführer!“ Otto leans
carelessly in his bed on the side.
„Who has asked you then? If I kindly make a decent announcement, man!“
„What this is only for a pigsty here!“ He further roars.
In Otto life suddenly stirs. He jumps out of the bed and accepts position.
„Herr Sturmbannführer announces most obediently that Scharführer Meier
cannot speak. “ The storm spell leader answers his salute,
„In such a way, he is not able! And have I authorised them to speak for
Scharführer Meier?“
„Nein Herr Sturmbannführer!“ Barks Otto.
„What??“ The Sturmbannführer seems to grow some centimetres. Have I
misheard or do they become still cheeky?“ „No Herr Sturmbannführer. . . .
I mean Jawoll Herr Sturmbannführer?“ Otto stands stiff like a salt column.
„Already better!“ Roars the storm spell leader. He lifts his forefinger.
„Who makes here such a noise?“
The head nurse gets closer fast. This is the true queen here.
If Otto has explained to me once. This is her empire.
We are only patient here.
This is good to know.

I wake up. I believe it is late afternoon. He sits in the garish sunlight.
I cannot see his face. „You make age what for stories?“ This is Schulte!
I still know the voice. I press the elbows in the mattress.
Highly I see more or less the head from the cushions now his face.
He also had at the end Twenty still the radiation of a boy.
I estimate Schulte at beginning Forty. He seems to be aged in years.
His deep black hair is from white strands passed through.
His folds at the side of the cheeks which adorned earlier his laughter
are deep furrows. Only his eyes are still lively and happy.
Although also this of folds frames are not still 4 months ago were there.
He seems to read my thoughts. „Now Yes my old friend, brings near I me
Clark Gable also from the age. This was, this is his nickname Clark Gable.
Because of his effect on the women.
"Strafbataillon, my friend! I have survived."