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No, no, this has nothing to do with Barack Obama's visit to Europe. (Although I very much welcome its disarmament initiative, as long as there's no tactical warning.)
It was not until I fall off the bike. Pretty stupid, if you're not with your feet can stay on the pedals. I always thought I could go. Since I have spent decades of my life in the saddle am, by mountain bike cross gegurkt on the Balearic Islands and the Harz mountains are high and inevitably shut down again - all without having had any significant accidents. And now I drive 623 meters to just what reinzureichen, all in the Hamburg area without proper site challenges, and slide from the pedals. And even the most dimwitted, that I am with my foot verhake, so it can not take for support. End of story: I suggest to the side of the vehicle, like a flour sack, and brake with my chest and shoulder. Good to note, you can do, but why there are brakes? The question I asked myself in a fraction of a second, even before I opened neatly on the asphalt. Besides - in retrospect - such a trivial question ran from my previous life as a short film in front of the inner eye. All the skeletons in the closet, all the sins of youth, all the moments of happiness, Dorothea, with whom I've played against in the elementary rules of conduct, even though she was a girl, the birth of my children, the beating of my wife on my back on our first date (because, prior to excitement did not know if they attack me and kiss or rather should look for the size) - yes, even the wedding bells I'm supposed to have heard, but it may also have been effects of the impact.
The first question my wife was not, whether it be well with me or if I need help, but: "Did anyone see you? If yes otherwise embarrassing, if that makes the rounds! "[I love you anyway.]

To top it all had one of the friends of my sons birthday. (A fact that is indeed not to worry and to continue to have exciting and not at all superfluous.) New skates he got, but still go with him, not vice versa. I held out his hand, like the one just so powerful as a caring family man, but the coolness of a seven-gene-year-old boy is not compatible with such gestures. And so the chain of unfortunate events take their course. Rowing with the poor but I interpreted as an alarm signal, but not Tom. Sure, a two-meter-high CD rack offers apparent safety, when the body becomes unbalanced. This was unfortunately not pegged, were with Fischer at the time of construction probably just close down or there was a shortage of raw materials - as it may, the shelf went (in analogy to the world economy) with the young man into a tailspin. This time was for the movie of my life in the mind's eye no time, until I was in a CD and flower pot rain, then a corner of the furniture was in my forehead. Well, you say, can you do but you do not. Also, I agree with you. The handicap of bicycle crash prevented a quick and adequate response. Fast movements and protective reflexes were therefore not my thing. As written by Cindy Wiese blog yet so right:

"Oh my, so much that not even make in a lifetime * gg *"

Which is nothing more to add, I think. Except maybe a small picture of the battered brow bloggers, small clamps supplied by Ms fachfraulich who experienced surgical nurse is.

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