Inspired by one of my favorite and even grandiose movies that finds HERE , I try the events of last weekend's summarize:
be Saturday morning to at 5:20 clock the alarm clock of life fetched. 'm Exceptionally not even a hangover, I swing so nimbly out of bed, drink coffee and wonder how many Facebook friends at this time online. Get on the bus at 6:20 in stirring up clock and put me in the darkest corner of the bus to monitor the goings on Dortmund's streets better, but I note that nothing out there excited. Brunni calls and I suspect the worst, but he has only missed a train and come to the meeting place 10 minutes later. Entering the concourse at 7 clock and discover the note "fails" on the scoreboard. By "falling out" our train is meant. Get the second small heart attack the day, am aware but not yet that this will not be the most shocking moment. Calm me is something heralded as a Ersatzzug that runs but only 60 minutes later. Put me with Brunni in our compartment. This makes a joke * (see below) for clear conditions, so that the narrow-minded retired couple that seems to be on the way to Sylt for the rest of the ride stealthily and silently look at the floor. In HH then Dolling and his associates in the port taken there from Astra bottles "on water" drunk, then with dwarf and Brunni to the stadium, card picked up, and then went into a nearby pub. There in love with the waitress, drinking draft beer and corn, made with wool and Örn, mill, etc. welcomed at once Baedke Anna is in the air (no joke), off to the loo where I see a cool Joda-stpauli sticker, then into the stadium because weitergezecht, men and women who stood before me, have to put away because they were disgusted. Anyway, cheers 3 points, then aus'm stadium out, from then on only sketchy memories. Sabby picked up and somehow get into the fifth hill district. Karaoke bar. Storms the stage several times after which a wicked thick Japanese tried to kill us with his eyes to what he does not succeed, however. Brunni singing a duet. Somehow find their way into a taxi that just brings us close to the station. Run like crazy through the Hamburg HBF. Manage to jump into the ICE. Brunni missing. Brunni see on the horizon appear, jump 2 Krakow with mustard in his hand and waving with shroud and the audience roaring growls of the platform in the last open door. Meet on the train and fall into our arms. Put us to the cycle compartment because as we all know, can sleep well . When I wake up I have mustard on the socket. Brunni is gone. The Clock shows 2:45 clock. A new Lightning strikes for Dortmund should have been reached at 2:10 clock. Leave me in the usual path delay and talk to me that all is well. It is not. The train stops in Duisburg. I leave the ICE and search for a clever train in DO direction. I'm cold because my cycle is still sitting in the bicycle compartment. Walk through the station, which appears to me somehow like a tunnel. attempts to bring "Dusiburg" and "tunnel" in a positive context, but it's not working. Join a RE and I have to hide in want of a ticket on the toilet. DO reach to 3:30, jump in a taxi and the driver told me he was after the last away game in HH risen in the wrong train and woke up on Sylt. So again I was lucky. At home, I fall into bed and sleep again to 11 clock. The phone rings. Brunni reported that he could not sleep in the bicycle compartment, and instead went to a compartment with a pregnant woman. This has insulted him because he farted, but ultimately it has aroused in him DO. Whether the unborn child has survived the gas attack is not known ... "I do not know who I really am and feel like the ghost of a stranger" 
* PS: The joke went something like this: what is red- brown and is auf'm field? No, not disgraced St. Pauli scarf ... An old country saying!
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