or: Sometimes life is a lot of film as a film
Just before I went to college, we saw in the WG of this video.
so I swung on my bike and went in the snow rain singing on the way.
My happiness and well-being loudly crying out in the world, I paid no attention to the road. I saw neither the great slush puddle, nor the truck hurtling out (the -Thought about it afterwards-viiiiel too close to the sidewalk went).
It was not as nice in the film could have been. My mouth full of salty slushy snow shit, my right side of the body completely smeared and wet, my curses unclear because of the snow shit and my attempts to get rid of them ridiculous.
While I was intent on the snow shit out of my mouth not on my jacket spit, I thought to myself: Come same smiling people with a camera on me Frank Elstner and screams "Welcome to the hidden camera"? If the truck driver involved in a pileup due to my vision?
It means: If you stop on the bike to slide to the university, if not every course could be your last because of the acute danger of a broken neck, then take up from eight in front of the foul, nasty combination of snow shit ; epfützen and huge, raging truck!
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