felt after 100 years it s time to hurl a few letters in the blogosphere. The simple absence of any technique (not even fixed!) And the resulting inability to harass you over the Internet to explain the black hole on my blog, personal dramas and private-GZSZ do the rest.
But all good things first:
First, the two-in-Kallwas-worthy confession: I was the last 22 years to rely on buses, trams and underground trains, because I do not The series got me to sign at a driving school. Reason: chronic laziness. I was allowed on 12.11.2008 but still a pat on the shoulder, because the training contract from that time graced my spidery signature.
To make it short: it's the year 2009 it is August, the sun is shining, theory insisted with 0 errors down in the Practice of the solid line. I jerk. Would have also all been so bad if I would have to be a week later, reportedly on its way to Vienna. Of course, by train. Studies and so
What I did not mention any. The whole driver's license drama played out in Lübeck, where I have my flares and Hoodie-years were spent before my parents moved to Berlin.
And because the theory test exactly one year remains valid and Lübeckerstraße the lesser evil compared to Berlin seem to be, I got the last driving lessons thence to and lived in the apartment of a good friend, who in turn fled Vienna in my four walls, because next to me and my shoes are just not enough room for him remained.
Oh, I have the license now. Passed with sorrow and distress. And now all this: Yeeeeah!
Optical background of the whole: the winning outfit:) Sightseeing follows.
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