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  1. if I ever return to Siam again, I would come to a meeting. I always come in the autumn and winter months; that is, in the "high season"; November to early April.
  2. Yangon in March 2017 I am in the park with the Independence Monument in the late afternoon. It is the Mahabandoola Garden. Large parts of the park are already in the shade. This attracts many people The stupa of the Sule Pagoda can be seen in the background. Two young girls are busy with their smartphones - like probably everyone else in the world by now. The stupa of the Sule Pagoda. This pagoda is located in the middle of a traffic island in the heart of the old town. It is more like an "everyday pagoda". Many Buddhist believers come here to perform their religious duties.There is always a lot going on here. This picture was taken by a friendly young man who spent the late afternoon playing his guitar in the park. What an umbrella is good for. It can often be very useful as an umbrella. I t can also be used as a parasol to ward off the blazing hot rays of the sun. Here it is used very expediently as a privacy screen against all too curious glances. Because behind this umbrella sits a pair of very young lovers, smooching quite vigorously and celebrating their first young love. Most men wear this fabric as legwear. The fabric is tied with an elaborate knot below the navel. How it holds is beyond me. I almost bought one of these "trousers". But I can't tie the knot any more, because 2 hands are absolutely necessary for that. The pillar of Burmese independence. The country became independent in 1948. In front of the park is the city hall built by the British. It is an impressive piece of architecture. Note the refined architecture of the building. The arches provide additional sun protection for the rooms that lie behind them. Diagonally opposite the park and the city hall is a Baptist church. Above the entrance a picture of our Lord as a shepherd in the midst of a flock of sheep. Actually a very kitschy picture. Our Lord Jesus Christ really does not deserve that. The clock does not show the correct time. It simply stopped long before. In the reception of my guesthouse. How did the flag get there? If the young Burmese couple who run this guesthouse knew what Germany is like. It is in the process of abolishing itself. Germany will soon no longer exist. The country is cowardly surrendering to mass Islamic immigration. The next flood is coming. That is as certain as the muezzin calling from the minaret. Even then, anyone who opposes it is a right-wing populist (at least), even a Nazi. (I wrote that in 2017. In the last 5 years, hundreds of thousands more have come. Most of them, about 75%, receive social assistance; they do not even think about integrating into the German labour market, e.g. by doing a vocational apprenticeship or training.) Charly in the evening in Rangoon. In my favourite pub. Over water and Myanmar lager. This is where my texts and reports are written. The pub - which is also a restaurant - is a male domain, just like here. Women rarely appear here, and when they do, they are accompanied by their families. The pub is about 100 metres from my guesthouse. Yangon's middle classes frequent here; from the residential quarter of this area; something like that. Temperatures in the evening with the door open, about 28 degrees. I feel comfortable here, almost like at home. In the evening in the "Wellnetz! at Lady Sabrina's or at "Josef's" in the Stoffeln beer garden; two stone's throw from the university. My favourite pubs in Duesseldorf. Greetings from Rangoon - Yangon - Burma, Myanmar - March 2017.
  3. Coroana and my vicious "health condition" - better disease condition - have not allowed travel to SEA since 2020. Like most others, I am sitting at home; there was and is no thought of long-distance travel. Therefore, here is another picture report from March 2017, which I sent to my email list. I have about 30 people on my email list - family, friends, acquaintances - to whom I sent this quickly written picture report. I just wanted to let my loved ones back home in Germany know where I was and what I was up to. is about to continue ... Report to follow shortly.
  4. Mpih and Mekong, thank you for the information. By the way: I know DumSoda quite well; or I should say I knew him well. He had a small guesthouse and a wonderful restaurant directly on the Mekong in Nong Khai; together with his Thai wife. She brought a little Thai daughter into the marriage. DumSoda was very proud of his stepdaughter; I could observe several times how he touchingly took care of the girl. Dumsoda was Australian. When I came to Nong Khai for the first time after many years - I think it was 2015 - he picked me up at the train station at 7am and chauffeured me to his guesthouse. We had arranged to meet beforehand via this board. Unfortunately, Dumsoda passed away a few years ago; in 2019, I think.
  5. Mekong and my penis is hungry stop arguing about this minor issue. I did the girls a favour and photographed them. And I sent them a letter with the pictures through my Burmese friend and driver Mr Maung. Mr. Maung told me via email that the girls and their parents felt great fun and joy because of this letter. Full stop! End of discussion.
  6. YES, good old Washington Square. I discovered Washington Square around 1998 / 1999. That was when I was still working and spent about 4 weeks on holiday in SEA. I always spent a few afternoons at Washington Square during my stay in Bangkok. A plaza with about a dozen pubs that settled there from the late 70s onwards. I still remember the Silverdollar, Texas Lone Star, New Square One Pub, Wild Country Bar, Prince of Wales and a few others. A meeting place for Anglo-American "local expats" as well as a few Vietnam veterans and Anglo long-term holidaymakers; mostly of retirement age, drinking away their pensions ... When you entered these bars, you realised that these pubs breathe history. these pubs can tell endless great stories. During the lunch beer, I quickly got in touch. There were some interesting guys among the Anglo-American guests of Washington Square; unfortunately most of them already deceased. It was always great to talk to them for two or three hours. Among the "Squaronians", the most interesting guy was undoubtedly the Texan Kurt Francis. He spoke English with a broad Texan accent, which I could hardly understand; I usually only understood 50 % of his Texan words, the other 50 % I had to make up from the context. He died shortly before Wshington Square was demolished. He checked out in time, so to speak. The only one who is still active is Richard Diran. I met with Richard Diran more often in Bangkok from 2014 onwards. Now as a pensioner with a lot of time on his hands. To commemorate Washington Square, Richard has painted a picture of the Texas Lone Star; he has immortalised himself in the bottom right. On the far left, wearing a hat, is Kurt Francis; plus other regulars and, of course, the girls. He has tried to capture the atmosphere of this pub. Here is Richard's webpage: http://www.diranart.com/home/ http://www.diranart.com/product-category/paintings/page/2/ memories, sweet memories .... oh my goodness, where has all the time gone?
  7. On another board, an American posted some pictures of bars in the former Washington Square; namely pictures from the legendary "Texas Lone Star Bar". These pictures brought back old memories for me. I have known Washington Square and its bars since about 1998/1999, or so. The Washington Square area has been demolished around 2010 and new has been built. Washington Square was located on Sukumvhit between Soi 22 and Soi 24; real-estate-quality part; and thus it is also a part of the Bangkok real-estate market! In the long run, the higher returns prevail over old-fashioned romanticism and individual wishful thinking. The bars, massage parlours, small shops and restaurants there made too little turnover, yielded too little profit. Then a potent investor comes along and offers a new, rewarding, profitable use. The "new, modern times" have mercilessly wiped out this part of Bangkok. Luxurious hotel complexes, expensive restaurants, exclusive boutiques for the nouveau-rich Asian clientele have come along with them wiping out part of the old, romantic Bangkok. I cannot make WS a restricted area, a sanctuary of my blessed memories. We all together cannot declare Washington Square a UNESCO World Heritage Site and protect it from the wrecking ball. That is the wistful truth.
  8. Some important afterthoughts: I found myself suddenly and unprepared in a somewhat embarrassing or unpleasant situation. I was asked by the two girls - cheerfully yet firmly - to take a few pictures. I was immediately aware of the delicate situation: old man taking pictures of young girls. I hesitated for a moment whether to give in to the girls' request. I saw them there in front of me, posing so happily and at the same time proudly for me and my camera. I recognised the childlike, naïve pride, their dignity, their childlike self-confidence that the two girls radiated. I could not refuse the girls their wish to be photographed; besides, it would have been impolite. Besides, a thought flashed through my mind at the same time: When I am back home, write a report about the trip to the Ayayarwaddy view point and send this report to the email address of my driver Mr. Maung, with whom I had become friends during the days of my stay in Mandalay. He will print out the report in colour with the text and pictures, drive to this park and give the letter to the two girls - or their families who live nearby. I think I'm doing the girls a favour. That's actually what happened some weeks later.
  9. A memory of unforgettable days in Mandalay /Burma in February 2020. Buddha's dust I am in Mandalay, the second largest city in the country. The royal seat of the Burmese kings in the 19th century; about 1.6 million inhabitants. My driver Mr. Maung takes me on his moped from my guesthouse towards the big river Ayayarwaddy, which dominates everything here. Our destination is View Point, a lookout point directly above the riverbank. We are in the middle of the dry season; it hasn't rained for months, everything is dry as dust. We reach the entrance; there is road construction going on, clouds of dust waft through the hot February air of Mandalay. The heavy construction machines cause dust swirls and one is enveloped in thick clouds of dust. My nose is permanently blocked. The earth in front of me is as dry as the Sahara. The viewing platform is a well-kept park of about one hectare, fenced in by a good old, very purposeful chain-link fence. I enter the park, look around, dig out my camera from my backpack and hang it around my neck. It dangles in front of my chest, ready to be grabbed and snapped. After a few steps I spot a young girl sweeping the park. Now in the dry season, many leaves fall from the trees suffering from drought. Therefore, the paths of the park have to be kept clean almost every day. The path makes a small bend and in a few meters I am at my destination, at the point from which there is a magnificent view of the Ayayarwaddy, of its banks and of what is happening, the boats and the ferries. There, two girls in front of me with their brooms, cleaning the small children's playground. When the older of the two spots me, she drops her broom, points at my camera with her outstretched arm and shouts, "Pic! Pic!". Picture, I am asked very insistently to take a few snapshots. As I reach for my camera, this little saucy one immediately strikes a pose like a practised mannequin. She forms a heart with her arms and the outstretched fingers she brings to the centre of her head; belly button free, that too. I'm a bit embarrassed, feeling put in a bit of an awkward situation by this catch-me-off-guard tactic by a maybe 8 or 9 year old girl. Anyway, quick now, seize the moment. I press the shutter a few times in quick succession and everything is in the can. Where do the two girls know this gesture, this symbolism of the heart formed with the hands and the arms? Or this gesture, this sign, the chin placed in the hand opened by the spread thumb and index finger? What does it mean? I don't know. Two cute young teenagers, right? Could be my granddaughters. Live from Mandalay - Burma / Myanmar Enough for one go. Stay tuned There is more to come Charly
  10. Some sweet memories of Walking Street March 2020 just before the Corona measures kicked in and the bars and restaurants closed. Some sweet memories of Walking Street March 2020 just before the Corona measures kicked in and the bars and restaurants closed. Out and about with Khun Earn and Lady PuPea for a few evenings on Walking Street. Evenings and nights full of adventure and experiences. Two young women who master their lives. In the times of Corona, I occasionally helped with a few money transfers to bridge dramatic shortages. Ladies, "I know I’m far away, But there’s not a day, I never think of you. ----> Khun Earn and Lady PuPea At times, I miss you so, Needing you in my arms, Your mesmerizing charms, Always makes me slow."
  11. A few memories - full of wistfulness and melancholy. End of March 2020 - the Thai government's Corona measures take effect. I left Thailand - unscheduled because of Corona - on 30 March 2020. With one of the last flights from Suvarnabhum abroad. I flew with Thai Airways from Suvarnbhum to Brussels; from Brussels with trains to Hamburg. The holiday was originally planned from 2 January 2020 to 2 April 2020. Among other things, I spent 24 days in Burma / Myanmar. They were wonderful Burmese days: Bagan, Mandalay and Yangon: it was overwhelming. March 2020 I spent - partly together with my Thai friends - in Jomtiem in the Soi Welcome in the hotel / guesthouse "Happy Bou". Here are a few pictures I took shortly before the hasty departure. This picture shows the pool table in the back bar area of the "Happy Bou". Covered with a tarpaulin; nobody was allowed to play anymore; the drastic Corona measures at that time ... The pool was also closed. „I’m missing you like crazy I think I’m going mad I simply can’t stop thinking of the special times we had.“ Greetings - Charly
  12. Now in the afternoon at 4 p.m. everything has thawed away again. The temperature rose to about 5 degrees. Thank God. I would like to be on the beach in Jomtiem right now. 30 degrees, sun, beach, sea, swimming until the doctor comes (that's how we say colloquially in German). Dear revered Pattaya. Can we make a deal? Here in the Hamburg area we have snowfall and only 5 degrees during the day and there is a danger of frost at night!!!! Can we make a deal? You send us 8 degrees of warmth and we send you 8 degrees of cold; that would be a successful cold-warmth exchange. You would then have about 24 degrees and our temperatures would be a spring-like 13 degrees. It would be a real win-win situation. Greetings from desperate Charly
  13. The weather is going crazy in Central Europe. A cold snap with cold and moist air masses from the polar region made it snow in northern Germany this morning (31.3.22). In Hamburg there was a small "snow disaster" in the early hours of 31.3.22. Several cm of fresh snow are forecast for central and southern Germany at altitudes above 500 metres. Some pictures: a look out of my kitchen Window: in the morning. A walk along the street. it is snowing.
  14. After lengthy and extensive examinations by a cardiologist, he recommended a new, different medication for me. I am now pinning my hopes on 4 new medications. They are supposed to combat the hypertensive derailments better. Let's wait and see; hope dies last ...
  15. 31 March 2022, 10 a.m. Central European Time. It is springtime, the typical spring flowers have already been blooming in our gardens and parks for a fortnight, such as daffodils, hyacinths, pansies, snowdrops, etc. This morning I look out of my kitchen window and freeze; I can hardly believe my eyes. It is snowing thick snowflakes at about zero degrees. The trees and bushes, the roofs of the houses and parked cars are snowed in. I quickly got my camera and took a few snapshots of this surprise through the kitchen window. In a few minutes I have an appointment with a dentist and a cardiologist. But the heart specialist won't be able to help either ... Going to the dentist is not really worth it at my age and in my condition. It only makes the dentist rich. When I'm back, I'll post a few pictures.
  16. On Saturday 19 March 22 I was out and about in Düsseldorf city centre. I strolled along our famous Königsallee; a mile to see and look and to be seen. Many cafes line the wide pavement; tables and chairs invite you to stay. Here you can enjoy many different coffee specialities: There is the classic brewed coffee, the latte and the espresso, the cappuccino, the creamy delight, the latte macchiato, the mocha and many other coffee specialities. Plus cakes and pieces of cake in all variations, the famous Sacher cake or the Black Forest cherry cake. There is something for every taste and every appetite. Here is a photo taken sometime in summer; a typical scene on Königsallee. I enjoyed the stroll along the "Kö", then along the Hofgarten, an adjacent park, towards the Altstadt - downtown. The city was full of people enjoying the warm spring sunshine and the beautiful weather. Later, I met my friends in one of the trendy cafes that exist in this area there. For three hours we discussed and exchanged ideas about God and the world, about all and sundry. The last few weeks our meetings were always in a depressed mood. Our long-time mutual friend - I have known him for almost 50 years - died 5 weeks ago as a result of his devastating stroke. He is irreplaceable in our discussion group, he was the best of us, his contributions to the discussion were razor sharp, brilliant, knowledgeable and very often very get backed up by philosophical and sociological theories. He was the intellectual among us, he had a doctorate in the humanities. Dear Bernd, I will follow you soon, I will succumb to the constant high blood pressure attacks that have been plaguing me for about 9 months sometime in the near future. In memoriam – our friend Bernd.
  17. On 21 March we had the equinox. The sun is then perpendicular above the equator and then moves to its highest latitude, the Tropic of Cancer, until 21 June. For us in Central Europe, this means that the days now become longer and longer, the nights shorter and the power of the sun increases. Spring begins, the temperatures rise. The pleasant months of the year are here. In our Düsseldorf garden the spring flowers are in bloom, such as snowdrops, daffodils, a few hyacinths. The tulips will soon follow. But the fruit trees like apples and pears and also the currant bushes are not green yet. We have to wait a few more days. The other trees in the wild like lime and oak, beech and chestnut, maple and birch are also not green yet. Here is the still bare lime tree from the Stoffeln beer garden.
  18. to be continued ... Enough for one go. Stay tuned. There is more to come. Anno domini July / August 1970
  19. In the summertime. Since the beginning of March there has been an area of high pressure over southern Scandinavia, which is now shifting towards the Baltic States on 10 March. This high pressure provides sunny, dry but cold weather in Germany. For more than 10 days we have had sub-zero temperatures at night and during the day the temperature rises to 7 to 10 degrees. March, the days become increasingly longer, the nights shorter; the power of the sun increases; slowly the temperatures rise. I go for a walk in the open air; I march through small forests and walk along country lanes. I observe nature, the farmers' fields; in two or three weeks nature will explode, bushes and trees will turn green again within a few days, spring flowers like daffodils, marigoldsdaffodils, pansies will bloom, the wheat and other grain in the fields will germinate and sprout. As I stroll through the woods and fields in the cold wind but sunshine, scarf wrapped around my neck, jacket zipped up, a warming hat on my head, my thoughts begin to wander, they take on a life of their own. Suddenly I am back in 1970; the end of July. Together with a friend, I am on a three-week holiday on the Costa Brava in Spain. We have rented a whitewashed bungalow not far from the kilometre-long sandy beach for a few Spanish pesetas and enjoy the beach life during the day and the lively nightlife at night in this holiday resort popular with German and French tourists. On our blanket next to the bath towels, we always had a transistor radio that provided us with lively pop music from the local station (somewhere in Barcelona). One song was played at least once every hour; it was brand new and the song caught the ear immediately. In the summertime. We all know this song. In the Summertime was written for the British band Mungo Jerry in 1970 by the singer of the band Ray Dorset and is still considered the best-selling summer hit of all time. The music of In the Summertime is catchy with a simple melody that has a strong recognition value. What is special and striking about this song is the sibilant sound that is repeated three times and then followed by a moaning sound: chi - chi chi - aahh --- chi - chi chi - aahh The Banjo player blows over a bulbous wine bottle, much like a jug band, and together with guitarist and singer Ray Dorset's stomp board, clacking upright bass and honky tonk piano, creates a distinctive rhythmic swinging drum-less good-time sound that is a mixture of blues, skiffle and Latin music. The lyrics celebrate the carefree summertime with trips, alcohol, cars and girls and reached the status of a typical summer hit due to its perfect timing. So, dear people, let us once again dive into our youth and sing along loudly full of youthful energy In the summertime chi - chi chi - aahh chi - chi chi - aahh https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wvUQcnfwUUM
  20. I would like to be in Pattaya right now. I am on the beach of Jomtiem near Soi Welcome; lying in a deck chair, reading a book, dozing off, going into the sea and bathing and enjoying the pleasant coolness of the water. Later I drink water and eat pineapple, watermelon, a Java apple and durian. Oh, life would be wonderful. I would like to be in Jomtiem right now - despite this first heat wave with temperatures of over 38 degrees. It's still better than Germany in March.
  21. The Bangkok Post reports that "summer" has arrived in Siam. Temperatures are going up to 35 - 38 degrees. https://www.bangkokpost.com/thailand/general/2272643/summer-has-officially-arrived#:~:text=The Meteorological Department announced on,to southeasterly%2C the department said. A high-pressure zone from the North Sea over southern Scandinavia to the Baltic states will bring Germany sunny but very cold temperatures at night. I'm back in my home town of Düsseldorf on the Rhine. Here, the weather is sunny during the day with temperatures of around 5 to 8 degrees; but at night it can drop to minus 4 degrees. 4 degrees below zero!!! horrible. That's what I call contrast. brrrrr ... cold, very cold. No sign of spring.
  22. After waiting for about 5 minutes, I was taken to a doctor's office. He had my patient file and all my data on the screen, which was on his desk. "Hello!" "Sawasdee kraph!" I told what happened: "Cool wind in my back - lom jen - and now horrible pain in my back. The Brits call it 'low back pain' or 'lumbago'. We Germans call it 'Hexenschuss'. Hexe means witch and Schuss means shot." "Ahh, yes, I understand what happened and I know the pain you have." the doctor replied and after a few more seconds he continued with a broad roguish smile: "I remember once Eric Clapton 'shot the sherrif'. You was shot by a witch!" and after a short pause he added "or was it a bitch, a puu-ying (woman)?" [I had to explain the English word "bitch" for my German readers, because most of my readers don't know this term]. Now you have to know that bitch is a nasty swear word and means something like slut, hussy, wench. I understood the clearly erotic allusion. You can tell me a lot about a cool wind. You've gone too far in bed with a puu-ying (a woman). That or something similar is what the doctor will have thought. With feigned indignation I replied: "Doc, you read my text, you see me here like a handful of misery. I am a single man, at home in Germany, and I am single here in Thailand! Stay away from the ladies, so no cares and no worries! Women are always a costly affair, an expensive pleasure anywhere in the world. Furthermore after my stroke nothing goes any more. It won't work! Do you understand?" "Yes, yes" replied the doctor, "it was lom jen - cold wind. I was only joking." "ok." Then he stood up, looked at the affected area on my back, felt the aching muscle with his fingers. "We'll give you an injection; and I prescribe a few medications." We said goodbye with a wai - as is proper - a nurse entered and I was led into the treatment room. There, an obviously experienced nurse was waiting for me. I lay down on my stomach on the couch. I pointed with my left hand to the place where she was to place the injection. I felt the puncture and the slow seepage of the fluid. After a minute everything was ready. The puncture site was dabbed with cotton wool; a plaster on it. All was well. I stayed on the couch for a few more minutes. Then the nurse led me to the front; there, right next to the pharmacy, was the hospital cashier. How convenient. Cost: 940 Baht. (about 25 Euros). I got my medication. There were 2 ABC plasters and a tube of "burning ointment" à la Finalgon extra strong. I said goodbye with a wai, raising my paralysed right hand to face level with my left hand and bowing slightly. The girls in the checkout and also the one from the pharmacy were pleased; they also greeted me with a wai. The injection began to work. Already somewhat relieved of the pain, I hobbled to the exit on my cripple stick and left the hospital relieved. Enough for one go. Stay tuned. There is more to come. Live from a beach in the south on the Gulf, 1 pm local time. Anno domini October 2015
  23. I dream and beam myself back to my favourite beach, Hat Tung Wua Laen near Chumpon, almost 500 km south of Bangkok on the Gulf. Lumbago - a visit to the local hospital. A lumbago? Low back pain? How so? Tell us! You are in an area of the world where temperatures between 30 to 32 degrees are normal during the day. In the evening and at night they rarely drop below 24 degrees. I was sitting in my office, my offive on the far right of the picture; with my computer, my books etc.. They all have free WiFi here, so super convenient access to the internet for me. It was glorious weather and hot. Hardly a breeze stirred. As the hours passed, my body heated up; I sweat a little. It was what I felt to be 32 degrees. There is also something to eat and drink; a papaya salad with some seafood, the obligatory rice. Plus coffee and several bottles of water. See for yourself. In the late afternoon around 4pm, a light wind started blowing from the sea in a northerly direction. The air of the wind was relatively "cool"; maybe only 27 or 26 degrees. The wind blew directly into my back. I found the breeze pleasant, of course. But an hour later it happened. I felt the tension down in my back. I could hardly stand up. The two service girls came running and helped the farlang. They grabbed my backpack, strapped it to my back, I paid, thanked them nicely, smiled as best I could with my paralysed right side of my face, said goodbye and hobbled the 400 m back to my bungalow on my cripple stick in great pain. The other morning when I woke up at about 7 o'clock, I noticed that the lumbago had taken hold. Experience shows that it takes about 2 weeks to relieve the cramp. That is too long. You need a doctor. After the morning toilet I informed my bungalow family. "Khun Charly, go Chumpon Hospital". I took the songtheo right at 8.30am. My bungalow boss told the driver, "Drive the farlang to the hospital." There it is. In the end, it seemed to me that this provincial hospital is medically equipped with everything German hospitals have to offer. I went through a registration and admission procedure, name, nationality, current local address, etc. I was asked about any allergies and intolerances. Then heartbeat and blood pressure were taken (137 over 78; heartbeat about 80 per minute). The data is a bit high; but I was excited and in pain; so from that point of view everything was normal. Everything was noted on an A4 sheet and at the same time all these data were computerised and stored in the hospital's network. In Bangkok, I had my friends translate a German text about my stroke into Thai. I had it with me and it turned out to be very helpful. ไม่ใช่อุบัติเหตุที่ร่างกายผมเป็นอัมพฤกษซีกขวา ไม่เคยมีเรื่องกระดูกหักและใส่เฝือก ผมเผชิญกับความทรมานเฉียบพลันกระทันหัน ที่ทำลายระบบประสาทในสมอง ซึ่งควบคุมร่างกายซีกขวาและการเคลื่อนไหวของแขนขาด้านขวา ระบบประสาทนี้ถูกทำลาย ด้วยเหตุนี้ผมจึงไม่สามารถเดินได้ปกติ รวมทั้งมือและนิ้วเคลื่อนไหวไม่ได้ มันน่าเศร้า ผมเคยมีสุขภาพดี เคยออกกำลังกายบ่อยครั้ง อาทิ เล่นสกีหิมะ ยิมนาสติกและการลดน้ำหนัก ผมเป็นคนหุ่นดีและเคยเล่นกีฬาสม่ำเสมอมาตลอด Here is the text with translation: No, it was not an accident that paralysed my right side of my body. There were no broken bones and no plaster casts. I suffered a stroke. This stroke destroyed the nerves in my brain that control the right side of my body, and control the movements of my right leg and hand. These nerves are now broken, and because of this I can't walk properly or move my right hand and fingers. It's terrible. I was so healthy. I always did sports: cross-country skiing, gymnastics and a little weight training. I was always slim, athletically trained. to be continued ...
  24. It is 3 March 2022. In terms of the season, we now have spring in Central Europe - but there is no sign of spring. For days, an area of high pressure has been lying over southern Scandinavia, providing sunshine and temperatures between 5 and 9 degrees (in the Hamburg area) during the day. At night, however, the thermometer drops to - 2 to - 4 degrees. The weather is expected to continue like this for the next few days. This morning I had to go to my doctor; I had to cross a subway to get there. The stairs were icy. It was very dangerous. I know where it is much more pleasant now .... Temperatures around 30 degrees - sigh ...
  25. Our conversation goes on like this, and then she asks me if I would like another drink. After the tea, which has been drunk in the meantime - it was almost a whole litre - I get thirsty for a coffee. "Please, without sugar but with a lot of milk." Here, the coffee is always sweet. I don't like that at all. A short time later, the waiter serves me my desired coffee in the presence of my conversation partner. We continue our chat. My coffee with lots of hot milk I learn something about her and her family. She is 32 years young. She had asked me if I could guess her age. "26 years," was my answer after a quick look at her face. "Oh no," she laughs "I am old lady now. I am 32 years." She is not married, nor does she have a boyfriend. It is clear to me, of course, why she is single. She can't find a partner that suits her. She has a good education, for example as a hotel manageress, a first-class job that pays well by Burmese standards. She is looking for a man who is at least her equal. With such demanding criteria, the air on the marriage market becomes very thin, especially in a destitute developing country like Burma. For men who meet such picky-upscale social criteria prefer to connect socially "downwards". That is how it is with us, and that is how the marriage markets are developing here too. No, no, I kept these reflections of mine to myself, of course. She is a charming, gracious conversationalist. It is wonderful. After about two hours, my time at the STRAND unfortunately comes to an end. It is now shortly before 7 pm. It is already dark. I have to go back to my guesthouse. My girl brings me the bill. 4 US dollars for the pot of tea; that is 5400 Kyat. I ask about the coffee, which I miss on the bill. She smiles: "The coffee is on the house. It's from me. Thank you sir for your nice conversation." I protest, pull out my wallet, but my objection is rejected. I pay 6000 Kyat, say goodbye with a smile and a nod of the head, look around at the other young lady, the waiter and the bartender. With a quick glance and nod of the head, I say goodbye to the other guests, if they notice anyone leaving the bar. My girl accompanies me to the door, opens it and wishes me another good evening. I come back to the STRAND. Sure, 100 %, I promise her. Live from Yangon, Rangoon, Burma. March 2017 Charly
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