Grone retains crown
... und ich danke ab.
Ein Scheppern, ein erneutes, fast schon hat man sich dran gewöhnt, ein gewaltiges. Das ganz langsame Öffnen der Augen, dann realisieren, dass es diesmal zu viel war.
Zu viel für G.s Fensterscheibe. Die äußere the two panes of glass has a hole. From the splitter and the rain clattering she woke up because the bed is right by the window. Police call, yes, but who.
enemies? We have enemies? No. Yes. Sure. Every now and then see what happens. Punctured tires, firecrackers on the balcony, branches, onions, eggs, tobacco boxes ... But we have not done anything. Or is it?
twice, maybe three times patience is wearing thin, an angry cry in the dark, the only laughter and phrases like: "Come down you bastard, come ?!?!" what willstu ; follow.
I puke all night. The following day. My stomach rebelled. Whether it is because or only on the food?
The police can do little. You make the effort, the notebook, however shabby. When they say goodbye, I say "thank you" and "You're welcome."
I hate myself in my home no longer feel safe.
PS: What might have thought the policeman who hingrinste before him when he was in G's room looked around? * G *
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