tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-292283132024-03-19T04:03:09.691+01:00Zwei KönigskinderVon Zweien die auszogen, um die Welt zu entdecken.Leichtmatrosinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06161492275794435091noreply@blogger.comBlogger300125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29228313.post-25604735534150700922007-09-09T14:20:00.000+02:002007-09-09T14:25:03.461+02:00Tapetenwechsel<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1tXM6MUmab6rS_DuBkPo0P5I-UNcmQ85PPhyD6YENS-bCbL0zcZ5MJkyzvWc_jXmO66DEHxCLU_iukgT2_rs_l1HjtRZvg3VOn5Vcfb6mjUB3XZGnoLNB32y_ehOqTubwsoY5OQ/s1600-h/IMG_6266a.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108178486111577506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1tXM6MUmab6rS_DuBkPo0P5I-UNcmQ85PPhyD6YENS-bCbL0zcZ5MJkyzvWc_jXmO66DEHxCLU_iukgT2_rs_l1HjtRZvg3VOn5Vcfb6mjUB3XZGnoLNB32y_ehOqTubwsoY5OQ/s400/IMG_6266a.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Nachdem nun mitterweile wieder etwas Alltag eingekehrt ist, die Probezeit sicch schon langsam dem Ende zu neigt und auch die letzten Arbeiten an unsrer neuen Wohnung in Düsseldorf erledigt sind ist es nun auch Zeit für einen virtuellen Tapetenwechsel.</span><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">Die Königskinder haben eine neue Adresse und sind jetzt unter </span></div><div align="center"><a href="http://zweikoenigskinder.jimdo.com/"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">http://zweikoenigskinder.jimdo.com/</span></a><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">zu finden. </span></div>Leichtmatrosinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06161492275794435091noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29228313.post-62846722518286171402007-08-19T15:44:00.000+02:002007-08-19T15:58:22.181+02:00Der König<div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi83aZQIWva3NuvfGfvdDC4qkePXJPG1jw8duvx8aI0zgTo0KpNYRNrg9GzqEIanYfeKmuRIMjrBw4bDwIqy7WfOkpTg_FvQLqBlB3CEqoSaJchcSTRvkOFwkGgBbITcCGfP-yFTQ/s1600-h/IMG_6236.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100410329087157650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi83aZQIWva3NuvfGfvdDC4qkePXJPG1jw8duvx8aI0zgTo0KpNYRNrg9GzqEIanYfeKmuRIMjrBw4bDwIqy7WfOkpTg_FvQLqBlB3CEqoSaJchcSTRvkOFwkGgBbITcCGfP-yFTQ/s400/IMG_6236.JPG" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">23.09.1950 - 08.07.2007</span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAeerV3RMV2AlClnE0s5HH5rz58ajWFnLPlhwlKzYY4aU3Xv-qN1Q22ANhT4nrzXc6lXVwJXBOe5mqYn8Y-G8DSsaqJYfpV5BfmZfL-t2k3BWMF7x3kQhyLXD1vijPYm8AdE_zpg/s1600-h/halt.jpg"></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"></span></div><br /></div>Leichtmatrosinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06161492275794435091noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29228313.post-65006240925896081922007-07-03T13:38:00.000+02:002007-07-03T13:43:15.888+02:00Temporarly Closed<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Momentan ist die Welt sehr düster und in meinem Kopf keine Platz zum bloggen. Ich werde mir daher eine Auszeit nehmen. So lange Danke ich für die Wärme und Anteilnahme. </span>Leichtmatrosinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06161492275794435091noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29228313.post-19901489069657147902007-06-29T08:26:00.000+02:002007-06-29T08:38:13.084+02:00Fresken<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlo2xM-q92c5ajL9QZ5VLMDXKi8s0Jd7V2K411HcglUcsrIMXvG7y8a1c-igmAQGH7vFCk5JKv8CEWONukkCWIduAfSVWM6gZMTZTlcRbHg5e0D-6dnKC0IFUKdInh0zEIiK-TYA/s1600-h/28.06.a.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081369099782686882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlo2xM-q92c5ajL9QZ5VLMDXKi8s0Jd7V2K411HcglUcsrIMXvG7y8a1c-igmAQGH7vFCk5JKv8CEWONukkCWIduAfSVWM6gZMTZTlcRbHg5e0D-6dnKC0IFUKdInh0zEIiK-TYA/s400/28.06.a.JPG" border="0" /></a> <div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Unser Betriebsausflug hatte mich diese Woche nach Kaiserswerth geführt. Dies liegt ca. 15km nördlich von Düsseldorf und ist ein kleines Nest, in welchem früher Kaiser Friedrich I (Aka Barbarossa) residierte. Es ist zudem der Ort, von welchem aus sich die evangelische Diakonie in Deutschland ausgebreitet hat (so wurde uns zumindest erzählt).<br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"></span> <br /></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Der ganze Ort ist voll mit Zeichen und Symbolik des Christentums und atmet Alter. Und wo ein Christ, da ein Kritiker. Die Fresken auf dem Bild entstammen einem Reliefgemälde, welches die Grausamkeiten des Christentums zur Zeit der Hexenverbrennung thematisiert. Verknöcherten Pfaffen, Bischöfe und hohen Herren die über ein grausames Schicksal von Minderheiten bestimmen um ihrer eigenen Interessen Willens. Und das Volk sieht tatenlos wie eine Herde Schafe zu.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"></span> <br /></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">Wenn ich mir unsere Welt heute ansehe denke ich manchmal, wir haben das Zeitalter der Hexenverbrennung immer noch nicht hinter uns gelassen. Nur das die Hexen heute Andere sind.</span></div>Leichtmatrosinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06161492275794435091noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29228313.post-13759457063318295892007-06-27T23:38:00.000+02:002007-06-28T00:08:50.066+02:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZkfUK8bZXNr7jgn_Rxbl1F3Y-mv51KW4owBVqqi_MnX3zdT6n9Ei15IHG_KQhNjoJSnWp16F4Qj1I_Oc1jCu7bkNhvOe_HZAB8tS2NEiifMEA_OQWMoU3tQRwch8gXUS8dF3WXg/s1600-h/IMG_6203a.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080868675963160722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZkfUK8bZXNr7jgn_Rxbl1F3Y-mv51KW4owBVqqi_MnX3zdT6n9Ei15IHG_KQhNjoJSnWp16F4Qj1I_Oc1jCu7bkNhvOe_HZAB8tS2NEiifMEA_OQWMoU3tQRwch8gXUS8dF3WXg/s400/IMG_6203a.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Gestern Abend hatte ich das Glück. Ich war noch spät in der Stadt unterwegs, hatte etwas Zeit und auch noch meine Kamera dabei. Vielleicht war ich auch etwas angetrunken. Auf jeden Fall war die Stimmung schön: das warme Licht des Düsseldorfer Rathauses, der vereinsamten Vorplatz und die Luft hatte diese melancholische Kälte, die den Duft von Herbst trägt.</span><br /></div><div></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Auf jeden Fall kam ich in Ermangelung eines Statives auf die Idee, einfach die nächst gelegene Mauer zu verwenden und habe ein wenig an den Belichtungszeiten gespielt. Keine schlechte Beschäftigung einen Abend zu beenden.</span></div>Leichtmatrosinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06161492275794435091noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29228313.post-60135358387294214062007-06-24T23:49:00.000+02:002007-06-24T23:54:36.296+02:00LEBE INTENSIV<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUc2G8IbP_ExiP_OREZhP2qXwwGEkhRh4w_Nz_L0QsmHEsqn4TcKd4TDBrcTLaEx3BT5jzPTHm0i0sIHS8i5imwhq3MKUCJLoUGqGLQX34WnDgtwAn8Li_u5qxZeSr-v_DxG7jhg/s1600-h/IMG_1879.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079752568263454658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUc2G8IbP_ExiP_OREZhP2qXwwGEkhRh4w_Nz_L0QsmHEsqn4TcKd4TDBrcTLaEx3BT5jzPTHm0i0sIHS8i5imwhq3MKUCJLoUGqGLQX34WnDgtwAn8Li_u5qxZeSr-v_DxG7jhg/s400/IMG_1879.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaWDWz8_TfbY4U-RyD_nkCtG_ziVltXeynTBVel9BkFi5OFIh2riBGKoLJgyRfoylb5NQt-_EenY8KKAsqFyT50wRHzkLtjblfYKGWUzLAG6zM-16_KqyZjmcokJ2cBSuVzqJNGA/s1600-h/IMG_1881.JPG"></a><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Das ist nicht nur ein Posting. Keine Bitte oder Empfehlung. Das ist eine Aufforderung. An Dich. </span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"></span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Lebe intensiv!</span></div></div>Leichtmatrosinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06161492275794435091noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29228313.post-13742139925239455072007-06-22T23:01:00.000+02:002007-06-22T23:20:54.552+02:00Kleine Fluchten<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrjHeqi1jr6vowFl_Oi6cKGAbsyMg5EHnL3i8PGSY7XkJI-L5Cj-axrm5MiWQB42u12F0Di6FUFZwTBq_7SoGh8CztdDQVT5E8ByDbr4m8jY_3rcY6jjRBZKpF4tTdx4w1TpHfkA/s1600-h/IMG_1878.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078996997616742290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrjHeqi1jr6vowFl_Oi6cKGAbsyMg5EHnL3i8PGSY7XkJI-L5Cj-axrm5MiWQB42u12F0Di6FUFZwTBq_7SoGh8CztdDQVT5E8ByDbr4m8jY_3rcY6jjRBZKpF4tTdx4w1TpHfkA/s400/IMG_1878.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Ich bin gerne im Waschsalon. Ich fahre auch gerne Zug. Da bleibt die Zeit einfach mal stehen und gibt Raum, den eigenen Gedanken nachzuhängen. Die Welt draussen verschwindet für eine kurze Zeit, wird unwichtig. Vielleicht liegt es an den gleichen momotonen Geräuschen die alles andere schlucken. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">Und dann tritt man heraus und das Leben bricht wieder über einen herein. </span>Leichtmatrosinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06161492275794435091noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29228313.post-84389630663468108382007-06-22T00:37:00.000+02:002007-06-22T00:55:25.380+02:00ENLIGHTMENT<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDm3gRpmc41diUXlZlGgPVrhz01gDPubYn2dg58QVFLRCTCphXbR2591VvEoIO49a_BZi7-wWpGvif-HO05lLF9gxXNfehTqFsdAFHa236Mu2snd4BWwkjAFieF-Yt5VmfjkAI5g/s1600-h/IMG_5740.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078654164737240962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDm3gRpmc41diUXlZlGgPVrhz01gDPubYn2dg58QVFLRCTCphXbR2591VvEoIO49a_BZi7-wWpGvif-HO05lLF9gxXNfehTqFsdAFHa236Mu2snd4BWwkjAFieF-Yt5VmfjkAI5g/s400/IMG_5740.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Ich muss heute etwas zugeben: Ich war ein schlechter Schüler. Ich bin weder gerne, noch oft in die Schule gegangen noch war ich in irgendeinem Fach gut. Auch weiss ich heute nicht mehr viel davon. Von den wenigen Dingen die jedoch geblieben sind nimmt das Konzept der Aufklärungen einen wesentlichen Teil ein. </span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"></span> </div><div> </div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><br />Aufklärung, wie erinnern uns düster, war der Ausgang des Menschen aus seiner selbst verschuldeten Unmündigkeit. </span><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">Selbstverschuldet? Ja, Selbstverschuldet ist diese Unmündigkeit dann, wenn die Ursache derselben nicht am Mangel des Verstandes, sondern der Entschließung und des Mutes liegt. In neuen Worten: Wir es uns bequem machen und nicht die Verantwortung für unser Handeln übernehmen. </span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"></span><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Auch hat sich Kant mit den Fragen befasst, was der Mensch wissen kann, was er tun soll und was er hoffen darf.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">Aktueller den je, oder nicht?</span></div>Leichtmatrosinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06161492275794435091noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29228313.post-77521980987737091132007-06-21T00:24:00.000+02:002007-06-21T00:52:09.882+02:00WORKSHOP<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">There are a few misteries in our daily life. Like, why is grand ma's cake always the best, girls always in groups at the restroom and the weather always bad on weekends. And there are also a few things, you can't use google for. Like cooking jam. I always considered home made jam as an difficult issue. Something I relaay love but would never do myself. But as knowledge has to be passed by from one generation to the other my grandma introduced me in the art of jelly cooking. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"></span><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">And it was easy. It neither hurted nor was it difficult. I burnt a finger by accident as the fruits are really hit, but that was the only bad thing that happend. Therefore I want to share this experience.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2PwTVxI2yAnfcGOmr4pQMaVPvUSrghasiOBw6gVwZBvg9UKTaszyhIy-4oGUuoewHKaW16xmkr_SJdw74tGfbcaXgH1mm15TPtoxeddg8vXtLqUWSosulapKJh5qsZvAJXIO6nQ/s1600-h/IMG_1830.jpg"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078276400888721234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2PwTVxI2yAnfcGOmr4pQMaVPvUSrghasiOBw6gVwZBvg9UKTaszyhIy-4oGUuoewHKaW16xmkr_SJdw74tGfbcaXgH1mm15TPtoxeddg8vXtLqUWSosulapKJh5qsZvAJXIO6nQ/s400/IMG_1830.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"> I. Mix fruit with sugar (the special one for jelly) and boil mixture for 4 minute. Be creative in adding flavour (here rhuabard with cinnamon and gloves)<br /></span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiocARo4Hn2lwnzQqZaFXcBJLka1G5VEV5uLDVQuLRNVY2nPRv9DUZcqJ9eN1no7LniWjxpuG5LhBmzgwBjPVOhrrKCR9DURfsFHRo4PJ4aBYDfm6DIcWRGBQIHcy95CY33LHEGTA/s1600-h/IMG_1833.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078276405183688546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiocARo4Hn2lwnzQqZaFXcBJLka1G5VEV5uLDVQuLRNVY2nPRv9DUZcqJ9eN1no7LniWjxpuG5LhBmzgwBjPVOhrrKCR9DURfsFHRo4PJ4aBYDfm6DIcWRGBQIHcy95CY33LHEGTA/s400/IMG_1833.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"> II. Collect heaps and heaps of glasses to save your money. Yogurt glases, the one from cucumbr and so on. And don't trow the lid a way!</span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjc018MIhydxgSWGp-pWYFtzDr2Kp3LCr_23y1usXszKmXvGkLrLWD0AyVkbomLH99y5Zzt2FWwp_btmDRdZDHnV5tV-O0dTWYCiePtvdsKrkJYaZVoTgMZKpVITud1EiX8dX3uXg/s1600-h/IMG_1836.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078276426658525042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjc018MIhydxgSWGp-pWYFtzDr2Kp3LCr_23y1usXszKmXvGkLrLWD0AyVkbomLH99y5Zzt2FWwp_btmDRdZDHnV5tV-O0dTWYCiePtvdsKrkJYaZVoTgMZKpVITud1EiX8dX3uXg/s400/IMG_1836.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">III. Fill mixture in glass. Don't burn your fingern. And.....TATA... first home made jam is ready. Well done!</span>Leichtmatrosinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06161492275794435091noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29228313.post-30546861988855884472007-06-19T00:36:00.000+02:002007-06-19T00:50:49.106+02:00watching music<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5ZXKSC_YxhyphenhyphenfhZUPF4xWL-UNbx_oYoj3yxflDZRan2JxDbYpNXjwLcUGD5-jT4cSUMHXsjVuGcb5qufGG_FbNKVd_SsY3ui5G6UgzgzrzX_jdLiIea0-RFE9IU4pZPPTHsJBMqw/s1600-h/18.06"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077538886284521282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5ZXKSC_YxhyphenhyphenfhZUPF4xWL-UNbx_oYoj3yxflDZRan2JxDbYpNXjwLcUGD5-jT4cSUMHXsjVuGcb5qufGG_FbNKVd_SsY3ui5G6UgzgzrzX_jdLiIea0-RFE9IU4pZPPTHsJBMqw/s400/18.06" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Today I've done something interesting for the first time: I spend my evening watching music. Not that MTV kind of music. I went to an concert of classical music at the concert hall (Tonhalle). They played Mahlers 6th symphony. I have no idea about the life of Mahler, not even know his surname. And I have absolutely no idea what his music is about. But I like it, and that's important isn't it?</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">I was always wondering why people go to a classical concert. Can't they just buy a CD? Isn't it boring to sit for over an hour in a room and do nothing else than listening music? No, absolutely not. Neither is it boring nor is it just listening. More over it is challenging: Which instrument is playing at the moment, what is the guy on the frontdesk doing, how many artists are there and so on. There are so many things happens on stage that it is far from boring. I really enjoyed it. </span></div>Leichtmatrosinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06161492275794435091noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29228313.post-3369069620359181592007-06-17T14:17:00.000+02:002007-06-17T14:21:22.979+02:00HOPE<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjk8K6pA52vB8oHL2f6SCrRzfpv3Ye8qIKj6rsDJKXDDFBKAKk74r-AE-FOiZ3c4Sq3soCqPTf_q5x5zv6i1b_2pSrfUhzbVv52DQmXSkLs8_UyCPRI3cRkTuS9oSDWTEmTzzr6QA/s1600-h/IMG_1862.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077006628167397170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjk8K6pA52vB8oHL2f6SCrRzfpv3Ye8qIKj6rsDJKXDDFBKAKk74r-AE-FOiZ3c4Sq3soCqPTf_q5x5zv6i1b_2pSrfUhzbVv52DQmXSkLs8_UyCPRI3cRkTuS9oSDWTEmTzzr6QA/s400/IMG_1862.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Thank you very much for all your sympathy. It helps a lot! For the moment we can`t do nothing else than hope the best.</span>Leichtmatrosinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06161492275794435091noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29228313.post-79665841724058979652007-06-14T23:29:00.000+02:002007-06-14T23:43:32.201+02:00Signs<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-Rvpw4WHFgxHAjVLSFcCvsI3TWZSmbawtd7o7naI3Zv6udyuLjFOdlPUNOl66KD2HQ_h2APWIo5qcNcnP4GYuPH3Y3HugDdMfSi9j8cd5pC23t2UA4y5a6u9q9X2UjR2EMgbg_Q/s1600-h/Bild+004.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076036682818039586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-Rvpw4WHFgxHAjVLSFcCvsI3TWZSmbawtd7o7naI3Zv6udyuLjFOdlPUNOl66KD2HQ_h2APWIo5qcNcnP4GYuPH3Y3HugDdMfSi9j8cd5pC23t2UA4y5a6u9q9X2UjR2EMgbg_Q/s400/Bild+004.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Some signs are really stupid don`t you think? They really negate common sense: Like those coffee mugs where it is stated: Caution! The content your`re about to enjoy is hot! What surprise. Or that scribblings on the wall. Yes it is electricity-don`t touch it! Why do they treat me like a moron?</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">Why don`t we carry such sign with us? Like "Bad hair day: Don`t talk to me!" or "Caution agressive person ahead: please follow the detour" or "Negative Radiation Room: Don`t enter without a smile"...</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">and so on... Perhaps I should start to put my (truely invisble) warnings on my desk everyday. At least they would make me smile!</span></div>Leichtmatrosinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06161492275794435091noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29228313.post-45417925506355545752007-06-14T09:37:00.000+02:002007-06-14T09:44:10.794+02:00JP Morgan Chase Run<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhX1v2yv7Jy-xBzJvRlcI89kwR02ufF5xBOD15Mx2SL25QCeYpIR2-pgu7_5ytS-pxmBEH1u-10f86QXCUqzjutEXxwTAi6AxhiY_H9-rNkchUJba758sLNWdq37cO41SlLdn88wA/s1600-h/IMG_1701.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075821053984943890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhX1v2yv7Jy-xBzJvRlcI89kwR02ufF5xBOD15Mx2SL25QCeYpIR2-pgu7_5ytS-pxmBEH1u-10f86QXCUqzjutEXxwTAi6AxhiY_H9-rNkchUJba758sLNWdq37cO41SlLdn88wA/s400/IMG_1701.JPG" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Hihi, that was fun! I really love doing sports and so I signed in for the JP Morgan Run in Frankfurt yesterday evening. As the headquarter of the holding I'm working for is based in FFM it was a matter of honour for my company to take part. SO we drove down from Mönchnegladbach to Frankfurt for an 30minutes run. With approx. 80.000 runners it was more a battle about space than a nice running event. But it was great for teambuilding. As there were 2 business units competing against each other (finance vs. sales) I was forced to do the winning job for my team. Well, I did it :) But for know my legr are really sore! Guess who are the finance guys....</span> <div></div>Leichtmatrosinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06161492275794435091noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29228313.post-57002239712187631812007-06-11T23:23:00.000+02:002007-06-11T23:40:05.517+02:00bulky waste<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjWmKYd6Yc94xmm8kUdsmz18M0fK9P1PWGjqnFeuQznPj-fYay3E9tjM4htKzmP0agPC_aXrKbsRVxcCuU0LwAoHDVYcTeiTgHD2mXgmMk7HoA5P00vE5q7rg4dmISZkMnEgikAQ/s1600-h/IMG_1824a.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074924251928637186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjWmKYd6Yc94xmm8kUdsmz18M0fK9P1PWGjqnFeuQznPj-fYay3E9tjM4htKzmP0agPC_aXrKbsRVxcCuU0LwAoHDVYcTeiTgHD2mXgmMk7HoA5P00vE5q7rg4dmISZkMnEgikAQ/s400/IMG_1824a.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">This weekend was bulky waste collection. The whole town was crowded by old and unused furniture. Is`s interetsting what peoples throw away. Lot of old couches, coffe machines on every corner, damaged bikes and old kitchen interiour. But, hey, it`s Düsseldorf - one of the whealtiest towns - or at least a place with a good quote of millionaires per habitant. On our way back yesterday late at night we bumbed into an very kind old gentleman. White hair, sports blazer, that kind of gentleman. He was bringing down his old stuff for collection. To make it short: we are now proud owners of a pretty cool (and good) set of golf clubs including bag. Rubbish obviously belongs also to the eyes of the beholder.</span><br /><br /><div></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">By the way: I have totaly forgotten my anniversary. One year blogging is already over! And one of my first postings was also about </span><a href="http://zwei-koenigskinder.blogspot.com/2006/06/funny-weekend-sport.html"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">golf</span></a><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:85%;">....</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> how time changes.</span></span></div>Leichtmatrosinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06161492275794435091noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29228313.post-14205131006830889962007-06-10T09:51:00.000+02:002007-06-10T10:06:24.646+02:00Festival de Petanque<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKCYlG-QyCCy3CX-LMqArtnJn6reLJWDihDpEw4StTiWj09knWYCNI7j_JQ2hSN5vo8WmcRRQHmfiaxbJPtuTJiHk_LYqlsz0nMdiV9eYeRh5pQV6Lj1pHJ10Y6v6gc9sJiQOPeA/s1600-h/IMG_6088.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074340364009647858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKCYlG-QyCCy3CX-LMqArtnJn6reLJWDihDpEw4StTiWj09knWYCNI7j_JQ2hSN5vo8WmcRRQHmfiaxbJPtuTJiHk_LYqlsz0nMdiV9eYeRh5pQV6Lj1pHJ10Y6v6gc9sJiQOPeA/s400/IMG_6088.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><p><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Yesterday we rushed into the festival of petanque - some kind of boule trophy. You know, those small silver heavy balls you can buy in the DIY shop. Hum, not really. Those boules are real expensive. Did you know that there are even competition boules? And a international league? The rules are easy: a team consist of 3 players with 2 identically coded boules each. The Pointer attemps to position his boules as close as possible to the coche (piglet). The counterpart falls upon the shooter who aims to shoot opposing boules. Well, sounds like a match of chess doesn`t it?</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">We watched the finals late at night and actually it was pretty cool. They had closed the complete Rhein bank and created a huge area of competition fields - like a beach ball area with gravel instead of sand. People hung around everywhere and there were heaps of french guys. It had a flair of late summer evenings somewhere in rural France. Much better than chess....</span></p>Leichtmatrosinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06161492275794435091noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29228313.post-52388650351818218522007-06-08T08:58:00.000+02:002007-06-08T09:15:13.974+02:00Captain Jack is back!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfqWIKTNuLg7q1S7foaga5R11RyG7dY03aqAYRguz2eiWuIhidWkCxJjy3T8eDj-Dk3X5n7PDJIiSWLz3H67tgeN23X1JRzCQ9iE5D04W6UadRAnZiwP2Db5AiQtUVU1STMCwiKQ/s1600-h/PICT0010.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073584488420257506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfqWIKTNuLg7q1S7foaga5R11RyG7dY03aqAYRguz2eiWuIhidWkCxJjy3T8eDj-Dk3X5n7PDJIiSWLz3H67tgeN23X1JRzCQ9iE5D04W6UadRAnZiwP2Db5AiQtUVU1STMCwiKQ/s400/PICT0010.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Hey guys have you seen it yet? No? So I'm not telling anything about the story but that it is great! Like the other tweo parts we saw it in english. I dont like the german voiceover. There are a few things I have to admit. </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">First, I have a new femal hero. Captain Swan. Oh sorry, didt I say to much. However, she is great. Tough women, nice haircut and I'm really considering taking martial arts lessons. She's so cool.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Second, I love to collect quotes. As I use to watch great movies a few times it very likely that I can repeat parts of the movie fluently. So, there's a short quiz. From which of my 3 favourite movie are those quotes.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">1. That's a very nice bolder</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">2. Oh, no good</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">3. I think he has to compensate for something</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">4. Raise the colours</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">5. Booh</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">6. Snowcorns? Oh it's lemon</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">A short hint: 2 of them are animate movies...</span>Leichtmatrosinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06161492275794435091noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29228313.post-31392593744424919202007-06-05T23:38:00.000+02:002007-06-05T23:44:27.630+02:00Meals on wheels<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeizaNpLtYxtVlal42gfoike18S9S498z2Uy7F2QePVZrAEv8MwCa9P7gc_swdUulO3uktZ7ZkQkEkyT3Y4Ipr5iQTFOgZXLMat4ut8O4bBbEWt7SGTSRXhxzBKi_AR8FUy80_fg/s1600-h/05.06.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072699304250486482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeizaNpLtYxtVlal42gfoike18S9S498z2Uy7F2QePVZrAEv8MwCa9P7gc_swdUulO3uktZ7ZkQkEkyT3Y4Ipr5iQTFOgZXLMat4ut8O4bBbEWt7SGTSRXhxzBKi_AR8FUy80_fg/s400/05.06.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Living and working in Germany seems to be a little bit like a rat race. I try and try and try but there is not enough time to squeeze everything into those very short days. An hour seems to be much shorter than in New Zealand . So I decided to outsource a few time consuming things. Like doing the groceries. Not that I stopped my weekly visit at the supermarket – they are open till 10 pm what is great. I just skipped from the local ethnic food shops (the Indian guys, the Chinese “we sell everything shops”, the Japanese specialities) to an online food shop. It would have taken ages to get this variety in town. The first shippment arrived today - I had ordered yesterday! Isn't it great? It’s like Christmas! I already love it.</span></div>Leichtmatrosinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06161492275794435091noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29228313.post-11187527939560615452007-06-05T08:45:00.000+02:002007-06-05T08:51:45.731+02:00Morgens und abends zu lesen<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxgtnF49t_YuzYZjeOxpur1btmRCj-3Ke1qPKLaiKqcMg2GwtS6RSppiEu-g0Eo21a3eRpTZvHkaQPT0dUj-LAxzNiiushqhOJ0Z7TsYK9UZIc_jwr7uHqt81Na-61wUHxknC-vg/s1600-h/IMG_5541-01.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072467908592447170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxgtnF49t_YuzYZjeOxpur1btmRCj-3Ke1qPKLaiKqcMg2GwtS6RSppiEu-g0Eo21a3eRpTZvHkaQPT0dUj-LAxzNiiushqhOJ0Z7TsYK9UZIc_jwr7uHqt81Na-61wUHxknC-vg/s400/IMG_5541-01.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Der, den ich liebe, </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Hat mir gesagt, </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">daß er mich braucht. </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Darum gebe ich auf mich acht.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Sehe auf meinen Weg </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Und fürchte von jedemRegentropfen</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Daß er mich erschlagenkönnte.<br />(Bertolt Brecht)</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Auszug aus der Traurede vom Wochenende. Wish you all the best!</span>Leichtmatrosinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06161492275794435091noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29228313.post-59204580407959331882007-05-31T10:44:00.000+02:002007-05-31T10:50:32.000+02:00Up and Down<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">At the moment everything goes up and down. The operation was postponed yesterday - so we have to wait another 2 weeks. Up or down? Well, something in between. There is this common saying that you have to travel trough dark valleys to climb the summit. It is very kitchy but true. Without amptitudes in one direction there wouldn't be the other direction. Or easier - no down's, no up's. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">I'll be on the wedding of my best friend this weekend -definitely an Up. So please stay tuned until Monday. </span>Leichtmatrosinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06161492275794435091noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29228313.post-25638786370844283602007-05-30T08:47:00.000+02:002007-05-30T09:12:51.371+02:00GLAUBE<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDiUkEs6ARvaTmvVnio2nyJ34xuUoy3BrtQO-QjBzs_QyfooxRfHClBiPVP-Tyv2x5EV5YQX0S0PNsmf6NimDtbQcYLEWm_m_6ETy8PAqe6wLq6NdI0Ap02q1PyEa2Ovvh5xu2hQ/s1600-h/30.05.07.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070242148532034930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDiUkEs6ARvaTmvVnio2nyJ34xuUoy3BrtQO-QjBzs_QyfooxRfHClBiPVP-Tyv2x5EV5YQX0S0PNsmf6NimDtbQcYLEWm_m_6ETy8PAqe6wLq6NdI0Ap02q1PyEa2Ovvh5xu2hQ/s400/30.05.07.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">I’m not a religious person. Absolutely not. I neither believe in God nor do I attend any service although I’m baptised and still a (paying) member of the Catholic Church. My view on the world is a more or less rational one. The human body exist of molecules and atoms and a lot of water. When we die it just happens that our metabolism will stop and we’re going to rot somewhere in a beautiful graveyard. Our values and moral system were built on socialisation and education. That’s what drives our behaviour. The only thing I believe in is me. I’m the one who is responsible for my life, my luck and happiness. There’s no God who guides me. And I would never accept such an external interference in my live anyway.<br /><br />So far, so good.<br /><br />But, there is one point, one little weakness in my rational view on the world. It’s hope. When I’m not longer able to determine what will happen. Not longer able to control those things. When it concerns my beloved ones. When the reality hurts so much that the only thing I can do is to hope and believe that everything will be good – even if rationality tells me not to do so.<br /><br />And that’s what we all are going to do for the next days: Believe and trust in the surgeon abilities. And to make waiting easier pray to someone or something: ‘Please let him wake up tomorrow evening’</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;">Sorry, there will be no postings untill monday.</span></div>Leichtmatrosinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06161492275794435091noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29228313.post-42261063654171085342007-05-29T09:17:00.000+02:002007-05-29T10:23:48.962+02:00balanced<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeh6dg7z_U5OEnezzLa3xcsn6JRy2jk6ti1Ge4kmBfcLgTeA0YWJFWfDXCU41H8LpEPMo82tDkPM4A1qanjti2IEiZbhyhx9clggwmmdEZA37Hi_K8c7kpBsNfOkG69vrtyc2qyQ/s1600-h/IMG_4478.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069878429226573154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeh6dg7z_U5OEnezzLa3xcsn6JRy2jk6ti1Ge4kmBfcLgTeA0YWJFWfDXCU41H8LpEPMo82tDkPM4A1qanjti2IEiZbhyhx9clggwmmdEZA37Hi_K8c7kpBsNfOkG69vrtyc2qyQ/s400/IMG_4478.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Sometimes it's hard to believe what we see. Like those sculptures we saw in Sausalito. The artist just put one bolder on another and -tata- it worked just by balancing them perfectly. No glue, no magic, just physisics and patience. I guess, none of us could do it. Life somehow is similar. It follows some kind of structure that is often unknown. And like those sculptures balance is hard to find. Those stone cairn remeber me on one thing: if everything breaks down - and that can happens easily - you just need patience to rebuild it though it will be different.</span><br /><p><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"> </p><br /><br /></span>Leichtmatrosinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06161492275794435091noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29228313.post-25853057371954003612007-05-25T08:49:00.000+02:002007-05-25T08:57:29.516+02:00making faces<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmTbYQrYnkT2-pJ8H2-zO_WqM1-6KqTR5KBu4j_w3CPO0uT0y7d8H2nUsq_4p2oUFQbe-W6GIwFKZHwu42NwyKrZB7cy9jtjPUmJ5XV6-J6TMWPQbKL7VsDpvqJIQaTeqRcnOtgA/s1600-h/faces.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068386911638723922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmTbYQrYnkT2-pJ8H2-zO_WqM1-6KqTR5KBu4j_w3CPO0uT0y7d8H2nUsq_4p2oUFQbe-W6GIwFKZHwu42NwyKrZB7cy9jtjPUmJ5XV6-J6TMWPQbKL7VsDpvqJIQaTeqRcnOtgA/s400/faces.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Yesterday evening it has started. Perhaps you know it also. Probably you do so. If you have worked a little bit to much, slept a little bit too little, danced on to many parties at one time than you probably know the moment when it starts: this goofy madness. In my case it started under the shower. There, I found out that you can make gorgeous faces in the shower head. And that’s what I did – I made faces to myself. It was funny and silly and even got better as I tried to picture this. Time for a long weekend, don’t you think?</span> <div></div>Leichtmatrosinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06161492275794435091noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29228313.post-18411604562040948192007-05-24T09:35:00.000+02:002007-05-24T10:05:31.908+02:00LOCKERS<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbA09RiEt2t77NY553ykJAq98WgRdsc4885cd0rFOYSipPcFMUg_aoUwZIReUhFcZ3330Pf-U7TFMI1LPmprey_rMVorPZn5V9Ou2eGFVYrplhtkM8viKGex3oBGM2-WAukaHMEA/s1600-h/IMG_0304.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068033276916473154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbA09RiEt2t77NY553ykJAq98WgRdsc4885cd0rFOYSipPcFMUg_aoUwZIReUhFcZ3330Pf-U7TFMI1LPmprey_rMVorPZn5V9Ou2eGFVYrplhtkM8viKGex3oBGM2-WAukaHMEA/s400/IMG_0304.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Sometimes I have the impression that I have to lock everything I am, I’m feeling and thinking deep down into myself. Sometimes to protect myself. </span><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">But unfortunately it’s not so easy to put everything in a nice box, wrap it, lock it and put it in a corner somewhere in your mind.</span>Leichtmatrosinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06161492275794435091noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29228313.post-16950927861001535762007-05-21T10:43:00.000+02:002007-05-21T10:46:28.177+02:00Update1. No picture today because I'm in a hurry (see 2.)<br /><br />2. No more postings before Thursday as I'm on my way to another business trip to Amsterdam. That's great since it is the first time that I will see that beautiful city. But boring as I travel to a privat lable trade show....<br /><br />3. Still no telefon or internet at home. Telecom is on strike. That's annoying.Leichtmatrosinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06161492275794435091noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29228313.post-3931238248770523952007-05-18T10:00:00.000+02:002007-05-18T10:02:31.632+02:00Can’t buy me love?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtiDNvaHsybCWgvYpwKj3B77PUe_nypi9zPnymx1pBJHSop2jQTJzLaMg0thWX92KP99YDisEoLWjd7-zvFQz6qVr0qRlj3jJb4jg_5tFTLucp96DwQcAFf6FFgUD3Lp4fjq0YRA/s1600-h/Bild+006a.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065808020000677170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtiDNvaHsybCWgvYpwKj3B77PUe_nypi9zPnymx1pBJHSop2jQTJzLaMg0thWX92KP99YDisEoLWjd7-zvFQz6qVr0qRlj3jJb4jg_5tFTLucp96DwQcAFf6FFgUD3Lp4fjq0YRA/s400/Bild+006a.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">There have been a few postings about love recently from my blogging friends. And yesterday I found my love posting. Not that we had another cross-blogger serie like the freezer week (what was pretty cool by the way). It just poped into my mind when I saw this bag. We strolled around a pretty ccol area in Düsseldorf called Unter-Bilk. I like the special flair of “working class meets creative people” thou I wouldn’t like to life there. There was one lovely café in an old soap shop what was cosy and very alternative (what I loved!) and heaps of small local fashion shops. One was called “Romantiklabor”. They have a lot af girlish stuff, not really mine. But they’re selling a bag full of love. And it is so easy: You just have to ask very kindly!!!!</span></div>Leichtmatrosinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06161492275794435091noreply@blogger.com1