Porsche: the beginning of a beautiful friendship ... very Cinderella-like I am now midnight arrived in Berlin. Where was I? In Auto-magic land, that is. At Porsche in Stuttgart
My father had to do business there, my brother was enslaved as a trainee and I succumbed to peer pressure and came with easy.
is with me and the car is indeed such a thing: they interest me only when they are particularly pretty or particularly quick. With technical terms ("motor" is for me to already) you need me not to come. Accordingly, my anticipation was at the Porsche Museum in check, because I actually had speculated on a trip to Metzingen;) at the end of the day but were all shoes, bags and clothes forget because I've made a decision:
the next 73 years will I save diligently to me, after one of the To buy cream-sled. Excited I pointed to the prettiest model in the museum (where you see enough of you drooling immediately at the first picture you can), and was thrown back brutally into the reality it was only a design model that was built without an engine and drive therefore can not . Great. It was pretty clear. Where-would be just right for me, like my dear Papa patronizing anmerkte.Na waiting, you'll self show for my complicated calculations, we find ourselves in 2083!
Dress: Thomas Burberry
Belt: Picard
Shoes: Anne Michelle
Bag: Zara