today are accumulating bad news. Car must be in the workshop, I'm stressed and must also still in the elementary school to Buecherbasar. Unshaven, without a shower, and totally slept through the bargain rather more filled. As such, optimal conditions, in order to go into an elementary school full of children and parents. After all, the trail crosses the baker and I was gone. Smoothie with donuts and my appearance, the children make me kindly on the door. I'm just assuming that they which was ordered and was not due to my appearance.
The brother is found quickly and we join the fray. At first we went yet, but suddenly I was surrounded by children. Bustle and noise levels were now a bazaar appropriate. Only was less surprised than haggling, well displayed and bragged. I felt like the zoo, surrounded by bustling children, who all stare at me as if I came directly from the moon. 90% I think probably for a father. I hope that remains at least as if I have children of their own. My motivation to be held by end 30 for a grandfather, or holds himself to be even but within limits.
AM as the first class formed a my brother, he wanted a " Goosebumps "book. I've never been interested in it, but it did just as adequate for a Neunjaehrigen considered and it allows him. Janosch stabs me in the eye." Kasper Beanie defeats the giants and the crocodile. "I have to smile . And I think Janosch class. Apart from his drawings are the books written so nice. This is purchased. No way. The children who sit there belong only to the security. All right. Slowly, I was hungry. But the associated class to the state was still not there. I watch the hopeless chaos around me, I see fashion crime, tastelessness, and many really ugly children. Stem cell research in Germany should be promoted, or you will decline. ... But at last the first graders. Luckily, I got it when paying, and could fit in the little rest stop and have breakfast at his stand.
Somehow I feel bold to eat opposite the cake as my donuts. I have it with less cake and the anticipation of apricot jam, even if it is mixed with black currant, the baker was quite large. The problem is that I can not eat with the fingers, which is sprinkled with powdered sugar. And since our bakers were the icing sugar can not seem lumpy donut both full of it. Inwardly, I curse my dry mouth and my greed. The latter usually wins anyway. Pleasurable, the whole but only after half a smoothie, I originally as exclusive breakfast was provided. Before I still big rave from the donut comes and wants to do more self short, the donuts were great, smoothie and jams are normal
eh But to the problem with the "can not eat" to come back. On the way to the trash, I notice that I have from top to bottom was full of powdered sugar. The exact extent it turns out, when you know that I was wearing a black sweatshirt, a black jacket and black pants.
Another stroll along with brother for all the stalls given him a book and a children TKKG Crime cassette. And hunger. So after all we buy him cake and apple juice. Sheer interaction with his friends but he is hardly to eat the cake remains to me. After all, he was not bad. Not excessively dry, but definitely the wrong at that moment. The friends are funny too ... have water in the tooth, look like girls, or is it even. But when I look in part to absent parents look at and I am surprised but not in any way. Since I'm really happy about my parents' house.
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