Sundays…

… are sometimes genuinly stupid…
there one comes nevertheless smoothly times to rests and the thoughts, which one can displace so beautifully in the everyday life business, creeps as completely slowly as a cold shower the neck highly…

yesterday still a little also few befriend at the “ape place” (speak: “bierchen Ludwig place”), two at the “kiosk” (la gioia). to some extent early again home, since I today actually still which für's business to make would have. has however straight no desire separate look route de france into to watch television… and then… completely slowly come the thoughts: “is the decision correct? what will expect me? do I come there clearly? what becomes with homesickness? etc.…

… sowas on Sundays… the grübeltage mostly happens to me…
on my account one knows these Sundays completely loosely against further Saturdays exchanges…

tomorrow morning do I have in the citizen office, a police certificate of good conduct procure… must I into the English actually translate (to leave)?
and then still to the radiologist, sometime this week. the Chinese want to see nevertheless that my lung is correct… thereby I none smoker-coughs brings in…
:-)
ohje, sarkasmus comes again… seems 'ne helpful medicine with acute uncertainty or anticipated homesickness to be…