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That is exactly what I am trying to say in my text. The constant backward shifts. After the third corona wave comes the fourth, and so on. This is followed by the third and the fourth lockdown. The mortality rate is ridiculously low compared to previous pandemics. It is about 0.15 per cent. The vast majority of those who die belong to an age group that has already reached or significantly exceeded its statistical life expectancy. Politicians must finally reflect on what they are doing. Continue to run down the national economies, destroy millions of livelihoods, create millions of unemployed, let tens of thousands of companies go bankrupt, incur billions in further debt? All this to avoid 0.15 per cent deaths? We can only hope that the vaccination campaigns will have an effect in the near future, i.e. in the next 2 to 3 months.

15 April 2021 around 6 a.m. in the Hamburg area. Early in the morning I look out of the window and I get a shock. I see hoarfrost on the roofs of the surrounding houses. The roofs are white with a layer of ice. And the windows of the cars are frozen with thick ice. The drivers have to scrape away the ice so that they can see through the window. We had -2 degrees night frost again. That's much too cold for mid-April. Spring when are you coming?

Just keywords: The political leaders are in a dilemma, a quandary. Whatever they decide is wrong. They want to avoid the horror news and misery pictures of overburdened hospitals. That is the reason for the ongoing lockdown measures. At the same time, they lose sight of the proportionality of their measures. I'll point out: our national economy is being run into a brick wall to avoid horror pictures, gruesome news and perhaps 125,000 Corona deaths. In Germany - not only due to the lockdown measures - economic output is falling, unemployment is rising and wages and salaries as well as pensions are stagnating or falling. In addition, the Euro remains weak due to the gigantic expansion of the money supply by the ECB, state financing and zero interest rate policy, and debt borrowing at dizzying levels. The Western currencies have lost about a third of their external value in recent years, including the Euro. What German, what Westerner will then be able or willing to afford a three- or four-week holiday in Thailand? What retiree will then be able or willing to spend three, four or five months wintering in Thailand? I am limiting myself to German tourists. The number of those in active life - those who are employed - will stagnate or continue to decline. The number of retirees - those over 60 or 65 - will also stagnate or even decline. This is the outlook for German holidaymakers.

Some thoughts about the Corona situation. We - humanity worldwide - will have to live with the Corona virus for a long time. It could even happen that the coming holiday season for Thailand from October 2021 until the end of March 2022 will also fall victim to the virus. It is likely that the vaccines offer only limited protection; they seem to be almost ineffective against mutations of the Covid-19 virus in particular. Even doctors and virologists don't know anything for sure. However, the danger of this virus strain and its mutations is grossly overestimated! In historical times, plague, smallpox, cholera, etc. wiped out up to a third of the population; the mortality rate was thus over 30%. In comparison, the mortality rate of the coronavirus is ridiculously low; downright harmless. If the population in Germany were to be contaminated, we would expect a maximum of * 125,000 to 150,000 deaths. Certainly not more. The age at death of the vast majority of corona deaths is around 80 years and older. * in addition, 20,000 to 30,000 people with severe consequential damage. Some comparative figures from the Federal Statistical Office: we had in 2017 approx. 932,000 normal deaths 2018 approx. 955,000 deaths 2019 approx. 940,000 deaths 2020 approx. 970,000 normal deaths. Now, with us humans, mortality is 100%. That is unfortunately the case. I have not heard of anyone who has outlived his life or who has returned from the void, the afterlife, paradise or nirvana because he did not like it there.

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I can't stand it any more! I am slowly but surely going crazy. For the last 10 days or so, Central Europe has been experiencing freezing cold weather. A recurring combination of high and low pressure areas brings cold polar air to Germany. Here in the Hamburg area it's temperatures around zero degrees at night, and during the day the thermometer barely rises above 9 degrees. That is much too cold for mid-April. The weather forecast predicts snowfalls and snow showers for the northwest and west of Germany in the next two to three days. What is this? That doesn't make any sense! Where are you, spring? That might still be bearable, but at the same time the government has decided on another lockdown. No restaurants are open, no pub, no music club and no beer garden. No cinema, no theatre, no opera, no museum. I can't go to my favourite pub to have a beer in the evening and make small talk with the other guests. I am isolated in my own flat. My own flat continues to be a miserable prison. I dance and sing the Jailhouse-Rock with Elvis. ok. we've been through this before.

For a week now, the calendar spring has reigned in Central Europe and thus in Germany. It is 4 o'clock in the afternoon - Saturday 27.3.2021 - and I am looking out of the window. A shower of hail and sleet pours over the Hamburg region and for a few moments everything turns white: roofs, streets and paths, yards and gardens. Parked cars turn into poorly built snowmen in a few minutes. Passers-by stretch out their umbrellas to protect themselves against the snow and hail, but the gusty wind blows the umbrellas out of their hands and bends them over. I watch the scenery and I catch myself feeling a sense of Schadenfreude – malicious glee - coming over me. I shiver, I feel cold, I turn up the heating in my living room again. Full blast! Full whack! We are still far from spring, from spring feelings, at least this weekend. The weather forecast promises faithfully that next week it will be warm like spring. Let's hope. I turn away from my window and sit down at my desk and computer. I beam myself into warmer climes. There are only a few vlogs about Pattaya, for example, that one can occasionally watch with pleasure. I mean those videos about Pattaya in which the author and cameraman comment on his video images, his pictorial reportage, interpret them, give additional explanatory information, put his video reportage into a linguistic context. Most video bloggers walk, run or drive through the streets of Pattaya or stroll along the beach streets of Pattaya and Jomtiem without a commenting and explanatory word. Only occasionally is it shown by a superimposed writing where one is at the moment. I am writing here for a predominantly Anglo audience. Here is an Englishman whose vlog I can recommend. Buzzin Pattaya https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCQrOEfaV_DpQjryQ_QW7YTg Here quiet good; about the Nightwish Group and their bars on Soi 6: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YNlir5cQYZY For the German-speaking crowd, I state: Mot & Frank in Thailand https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCBaZCI4ksJ3vUVTsmMFHVJQ and here the Swiss guy Mario: MyLand Thailand https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCik-aGJX8BQ8QPF8W6X3Hxw My recommendations and ratings are subjective and very invidual. Others like and prefer other video reports. It's midnight now; it's 3 degrees outside! It's freezing cold. I know a place where it is warmer and more pleasant now.

Thank you, Coss, for the compliment, "very Ernest Hemingway" 5555 But the female members of my family object to such a look! They are outraged, they scold and there is thunder. Long hair and a beard have to be looked after. Grooming can be very elaborate and can be very time-consuming. I prefer it short.

"Hairdresser, barber!" scream my hairs! "We have not been cut for almost seven months. We want a haircut, and we want it now!" And my month-old beard is also calling out: "I want to be shaved off." And my head is shouting in desperation: "Charly, you look just horrible with this long hair and wild beard. Off to the barber! That's an order." That was 6 weeks ago in February when we had frost, ice and snow. I had a bad fall at the pond of the river Este. I wanted to take photos of the frozen pond and the wild birds such as ducks, pigeons, seagulls, etc. Two days ago; I look like a homeless person. Hair dishevelled, unshaven, a wild beard. If my family saw me, oh my goodness. My daughter, my sister! There would be thunder and lightning! A great ranting and shouting. But it was the conversation with my Dutch girl, the girl with pearl earring, Meisje met de parel, that tipped the scales. "If you don't go to the hairdresser today and have your hair and beard trimmed thoroughly and short, then I'm no longer your girl, then I'll terminate my friendship with you.” That was the striking argument, the killer argument, and at the same time a terrible threat. She threatens to be no longer my communication partner, my secret advisor and my bosom friend. So I immediately made my way to the hairdresser. Frau Monika - that's the hairdresser's name - was very happy when she saw me. She immediately took out the scissors and the clippers and threatened me with them: “I'm about to activate these two devices and they'll turn you into a real gentleman again." Here is the result. Back to normal.

But now to Soi 4 , Nana.It is a disaster. It's catastrophe, a tragedy. My heart is sick. My beloved Soi 4, my most beloved Nana Plaza. The pubs are closed, restaurants are closed - among them is the "Heidelberg", here you can get the best German home cooking. You hardly see any people in this video. There are hardly any tourists; you can count them on the fingers of one hand. The question is whether the bars, the pubs and restaurants and also the hotels will open up again in the post-Corona period and recover and be able to return to their old turnovers? I don't see any problems on the supply side. The Thais are pragmatic and millions of workers are looking for well-paid jobs. But how will it be on the demand side? Will there be enough (solvent) tourists? And if so, which tourists will they be? The number of Asian men will - as before - continue to rise, while Western men will become fewer and fewer. Slowly, slowly. I have described and discussed this topic in detail here. http://thai360.com/index.php?/topic/65482-my-corona-diary-december-2020-2021/page/5/

John Bingham, 7. Earl of Lucan From the German Wikipedia; an excerpt: Bingham war der älteste Sohn von George Bingham, 6. Earl of Lucan, und Kaitilin Elizabeth Anne Dawson. Als Heir apparent seines Vaters führte er von 1949 bis 1964 den Höflichkeitstitel Lord Bingham. Er hatte zwei Schwestern und einen Bruder. Er studierte am Eton College und diente danach als Offizier bei den Coldstream Guards. 1963 heiratete er Veronica Mary Duncan. Beim Tod seines Vaters erbte er 1964 mit 29 Jahren dessen Titel als 7. Earl of Lucan. Binghams Mutter starb 1985. Er arbeitete als Merchant Banker, aber nach dem Gewinn von 26.000 £ beim Kartenspiel Chemin de Fer in Le Touquet gab er diese Tätigkeit auf und wurde Berufsspieler. Durch seine Spielsucht häufte er erhebliche Schulden an. Zum Zeitpunkt seines Verschwindens war er praktisch bankrott. Zum Kreis seiner Freunde, mit denen Lucan regelmäßig im Clermont Club in London spielte, gehörten unter anderem Charles Saatchi und James Goldsmith. Translation: Bingham was the eldest son of George Bingham, 6th Earl of Lucan, and Kaitilin Elizabeth Anne Dawson. Heir apparent to his father, he held the courtesy title of Lord Bingham from 1949 to 1964. He had two sisters and a brother. He studied at Eton College and then served as an officer in the Coldstream Guards. In 1963 he married Veronica Mary Duncan. On his father's death in 1964, aged 29, he inherited his title as 7th Earl of Lucan. Bingham's mother died in 1985. He worked as a merchant banker, but after winning £26,000 at the Chemin de Fer card game in Le Touquet, he gave up this occupation and became a professional gambler. His gambling addiction caused him to accumulate substantial debts. At the time of his disappearance he was virtually bankrupt. His circle of friends, with whom Lucan regularly played at the Clermont Club in London, included Charles Saatchi and James Goldsmith. Newspaper articles in the German tabloid press reveal that Lucan accidentally killed the nanny in the dark. He probably wanted to kill his wife, who had custody of the children. He was in a desperate situation, he was probably no longer in control of his senses and his mind. A German tabloid magazine "Gala" reports that the son of the slain nanny tracked down the guy in Australia. Lord Lucan Hält sich der mutmaßliche Nanny-Mörder in Australien auf? Is the suspected nanny killer in Australia? https://www.gala.de/royals/briten/john-bingham--kann-der-mutmassliche-nanny-moerder-geschnappt-werden--22215224.html#:~:text=John%20Bingham%20alias%20Lord%20Lucan%2C%20geboren%201934%2C%20war%2C,darauf%20verschwand%20der%20siebte%20Earl%20of%20Lucan%20spurlos. These are stories that only life can write.

"Even in the city's red-light district, which used to be discredited for widespread sex tourism, new business models are needed. Before the crisis, Englishman Bryan Flowers ran two dozen bars in a street full of go-go bars. Only a little more than half of them are open at the moment." "There are hardly any walk-ins any more. But Flowers has found a new source of income. He set up improvised broadcasting studios between the bar and the music system. Twelve hours a day, scantily clad barmaids present themselves in front of webcams for live streams on the internet. Viewers are invited to buy them virtual drinks in exchange for a personal thank-you video - completely G-rated. Flowers doesn't want to risk being blocked by payment processors. In the meantime, he makes half of his revenue from digital. "We wouldn't have survived without livestreaming," he says." As I said before: Necessity is the mother of invention. The success of the webcams proves the bars, the bar operators and the girls right.

"The slump in business is unprecedented: Until the beginning of the Corona crisis, Thailand's tourist numbers were still growing unchecked to 40 million holidaymakers a year at last count. In the meantime, visitor numbers have plummeted by 99.8 percent year-on-year. Economic output plummeted by 6.1 per cent - the biggest drop since the Asian crisis at the end of the 1990s. Every second employee in tourism lost his job. For this year, economic researchers expect at best a slight recovery. Thailand's central bank sees the question of when tourists will be able to return to the country as the main risk for the country's economic future." "The crisis has set Pattaya back decades - even the rubbish collection service is feeling the effects. Before the pandemic, they collected 500 tonnes of waste a day. Of the estimated 500,000 inhabitants, 300,000 have left the city, according to the authorities - mainly people from rural areas who hoped for higher incomes in the city's once thriving tourism industry. "There is almost no one here anymore," says a waitress who introduces herself as Kannika, in what used to be a mostly crowded "walking street". Her basic salary is 110 euros a month - plus just under one euro for each drink sold. What provided a good income in the heyday of the tourism business is now barely enough to survive. "We can't keep this up much longer," says the 43-year-old." I believe that the Thai tourism industry will recover very quickly in the post-Corona period. The Thais are very pragmatic and solution-oriented. My objection, my concern: Many Western tourists will probably not be able to come because of the devastating economic development in many Western countries. Corona is acting as a kind of accelerant for the economic decline of many Western countries. Please do not misunderstand me. Western holidaymakers will continue to come to Thailand and Pattaya, but their numbers will continue to decline steadily.

Now we move on ... An interesting article in the Handesblatt about the Thai tourism industry in Corona times. https://app.handelsblatt.com/politik/international/suedostasien-thailands-wirtschaft-am-boden-im-paradies-geht-die-verzweiflung-um/27005630.html?utm_source=pocket-newtab-global-de-DE&ticket=ST-4119954-09Aedy3T1ffdFyEfHlbB-ap3 Thailands Wirtschaft am Boden: Im Paradies geht die Verzweiflung um Thailand's economy is down: Desperation is rampant in paradise. Von: Mathias Peer Preliminary remark: Handelsblatt is one of Germany's leading and most important newspapers for business, companies, economics. The author of this article - Mathias Peer - probably knows neither Bangkok nor Pattaya. He has obviously written this essay with the help of several well-informed sources as well as public sources. Sure, one notices - as a connoisseur, an insider of Bangkok and Pattaya - that the author has no authentic knowledge of details and specific features. His aim is to show a rather ignorant readership how terrible the effects of the worldwide Corona crisis are on the Thai tourism industry. I translate a few paragraphs and present them now.

Mekong, Let's wait and see how things develop with the webcams. In the post-Corona times, when Pattaya and the bar business are back to normal, we will see how the bars manage the use of the webcams. In recent years, one thing has struck me as unpleasant. When I entered a beer bar, e.g. in Soi 7 / 8, they only paid attention to me briefly, namely when I ordered my drink. After that, all the girls were immediately busy with themselves and their smartphones. Many other guests also had this negative experience. It is up to the bar management to stop this bad habit. An example: At the start of work, all girls have to switch off their smartphones. After about 4 hours, they are allowed to check their smartphones for a period of 15 minutes. After that, they have to switch them off again. It is up to the bar manager to ensure discipline.

Mekong, I anticipated this objection. I wrote the following as a possible alternative for the use of webcams; I quote myself: "Note: the whole bar does not have to be in view of the webcam, but only 2 - 4 square metres (or so), so that a certain intimacy and discretion is guaranteed." I know from reports via Facebook, Youtube and other social media that this offer has been used by many Pattaya holidaymakers prevented because of Corona. Many have laughed, joked, flirted, talked and spent lots of ladydrinks for the bar girls via webcam.

Have I given out ladydrinks via webcam in the past weeks and months? No! There is a very weighty reason 555555 I haven't been to the hairdresser for over 6 months! Corona related. Barber shops are closed. I haven't shaved in over 2 months! I look like the most horrible character in a horror movie. Girls would be scared to death if they saw me on screen. But basically now: I wouldn't do that. No. If I know a girl who has got into financial difficulties because of the Corona crisis, then I help with a money transfer. I did that several times in the past months. I have transferred from 1,500 baht to 10,000 baht to very specific girls whom I have known very well for years (including their personal, family circumstances). Once again: Only to girls I have known very well for years and who don't lead me down the garden path. (ein X für ein U vormachen – in German) So, now I can be flamed by you …

A few shards of thought I would like to add. Check out the activities of Phil Ross of Le Pub on Facebook. All of his activities are born out of necessity, but they seem to ensure Le Pub's survival in austere times of need. He does live broadcasts from his bar via webcam: the girls playing pool the girls at four connect the girls dancing and spraying good humour And the watching men in Farlangland pop a few ladydrinks. That's what I call ingenuity. Phil is innovative and creative. He doesn't sit passively in his bar night after night waiting for customers who don't come. He does something, he develops imaginative activities to get sales and money.

My point of view: The Pattaya bar business is a market and operates on capitalist market principles. Only those bars survive and do well in business that adapt to the ever changing rules and circumstances. I predict: Webcams will be an integral, normal part (not in all) but in many of Pattaya bars in the near future. Note: the whole bar does not have to be in view of the webcam, but only 2 - 4 square metres (or so), so that a certain intimacy and discretion is guaranteed. One thing is clear - whether we like it or not - there are thousands of male Pattaya holidaymakers who want contact with the bar girls via webcam and are prepared to spend ladydrinks. We can insult and despise these Pattaya brothers like some guys do it . However, it doesn't help. They want the contact and they are willing to pay. Case in point: After an exciting and adventurous three-week holiday - we all know what is meant - our Herr Mustermann, Mr. John Smith, John Sample is back home in Farlangland in his daily routine and boring everyday world. He thinks about his three or four girls from different bars he carried on with. He has the names of the bars, their addresses and bada boom bada bing he makes contact with the girls chatting and laughing and flirting and paying a few lady drinks online. It does his soul good and he feels great. Times are changing. While it used to be strictly forbidden to take pictures or videos in GoGo bars, that could soon change. Depending on the spatial conditions in a go-go bar, a (small) dance floor of the go-go could be in the area of a webcam. Men from all over the world can log on to this webcam for a fee, can additionally pay for Ladydrinks for their favourite dancers. What I am outlining here is a possible business idea for gogo bar operators who are willing to experiment. And at low cost. I'm not just thinking of Western men here, but East Asians like Chinese, Koreans, Japanese, Singaporeans, etc. It may be that webcams will be a part of the Pattaya bar business. I am sure of it. But: „Making predictions is difficult, especially when they concern the future.“ to be continued

My topic today: Webcams in Bars A few days ago - in March 2021 - an Anglo-American beer bar operator in Pattaya reported the following incident: A couple of young ladies asked him if they could work in his bar. He said yes. Then the girls looked at the bar, discovered after a few moments that this bar had no webcam. The ladies asked if he could install a webcam. !!! They would only work at his place if the bar was equipped with a webcam!!! Background: Some clever, resourceful bar operators have installed webcams during the long months of the worldwide Coronalockdown. Now the bar is connected to the world online via various communication platforms such as Facebook. Men from all over the world can now contact this bar directly. The business idea: these men take part in what is happening in the bar, they can see the girls, they can communicate with the girls, and they can spend ladydrinks online. This offer has obviously been gratefully accepted by many guys, who cannot come to Pattaya because of Corona. Many a bar in Pattaya owes a considerable part of its turnover to this technical facility. And the girls benefit as well, because they get about 50% of the price of a ladydrink. Now there are discussions on the few remaining Pattaya boards; also German ones. Some bar operators also want to install webcams or they already have them in use. Others refuse to do so. On the side of the male guests, there is a large group who strictly reject this and another group who would use this offer or have already used it several times. The discussion is being fought with no holds barred. Some guys do it loudly and with strong swear words: Idiots, fools, assholes are still the most harmless insults. to be continued

A story from Charly's short-time den It's 6.15pm in Bangkok; dusk has set in, soon it will be dark. We - my friend Ott and I - are on our way to the “Brown Sugar” on Phrasumen Road. This place is the meeting point for Bangkok jazz lovers. Ott wanted to listen to a certain band. We left his car in a safe car park and got into a songthaeow that took us the last two kilometres along Thanon Phrasumen quickly and safely. The songthaeow was well occupied; but the inmates moved a little closer together so that there was room for us to sit. We rolled slowly along in the traffic; then a stop at a traffic light, after which the way was clear and the bus picked up speed. I estimated it to be about 60 km. Suddenly there was movement among the passengers. We see an interethnic family, father, mother, two small children of kindergarten age, 4 and 5 years old, a girl and a boy. The family's happiness could not be greater. Suddenly the Thai mother calls loudly and with clear emphasis in her voice (in German): „Wir sind am Ziel. Wir müssen raus! Aussteigen, aber dalli dalli - zack, zack!“ "We are at our destination. We have to get out! Get out, but dalli dalli - zack, zack!" dalli dalli = get a move an! Pronto, pronto! Zack zack = look sharp! Jab jab! Ott and I both look at each other in astonishment and wonder at the barracks court tone with which this Thai woman commands her family around in German like a sergeant commands his company. Her dozing husband gets a strong push with her elbow so that he wakes up, then she grabs the children and off they go. When the family has got out, the father has paid the driver, we bend our way through the bars of the songthaeow outside, and Ott calls out in German with unmistakable irony in his voice: „Familie, stillgestanden! Im Gleichschritt marsch!“ "Family, attention! Forward march!" Now the astonishment was on the family's face. The woman quickly regains her composure and, with a laugh on her face, she says to us: "Yes, sometimes I have to be very German in order to keep our family together in a more or less organized way.” Our Songthaeow slowly started up again, threading its way into the traffic. We waved goodbye to the to the family and two minutes later we too were at our destination. While Ott pressed the bell button causing the driver to stop, he called out to me with a grinning face: „Raus hier! Dalli, dalli – zack, zack!“ "Get out! Dalli, dalli – zack, zack!“ The other passengers - all Thais - looked at each other in amazement, unable to understand what was going on. An elderly man asked a question in Thai, which Ott answered briefly. I only understood the word "Jöraman", which means something like German or Germany. The old man had obviously asked about the language spoken with the family during the exit scene. The concert was great. I only drank water, while Ott was so excited that he drank seven or eight bottles of Singha. Don't ask me how we got home in his Jaguar. It was a hell of a drive through Bangkok at night. Ott didn't drive a car, he was finally flying his Phantom F5, his beloved girl. So what? I always have a prayer on my lips for such situations; the famous 23rd Psalm. “The Lord is my shepherd, I fear no evil; for he is with me. He makes me lie down in green pastures Thy rod and thy staff protect me”

osted just now And here we go with some beautiful and pleasant memories in difficult times. My topic today: Driving through Bangkok with Ott We start in front of his mia noi's house somewhere in the north of Bangkok. Yes, indeed. Ott has a mia noi, a little concubine. She is a stewardess. We spent the whole of last day and evening at her place, spent the night and had breakfast together the other morning. Here is my night's lodging at Ott's mia noi. His mia noi left for the airport to start her service and Ott and I decided to spend the day in Bangkok at Chayo Praya and go to the jazz place "Brown Sugar" in the evening. Every time I get into the car with Ott, it's like: gather up all my courage, get in, buckle up and pray. Hopefully, some guardian angel will keep an eye on us and intervene to help. We drove from Nana Plaza to his home a few times around 3 a.m.; drunk as skunks. Those were crazy rides, pure madness. My dear Ott, you often confuse your cars with your beloved Phantom F5, which you used to fly at supersonic speeds through Thai airspace as a daredevil and swashbuckler. In most cases, however, he is slowed down by the dense, slow-moving Bangkok traffic. Thank Buddha. to be continued ...

We Pattaya / Jomtiem holidaymakers have to accept that the 2020/2021 season is over for us. It is no use running any more. My goose is cooked. This season - thanks to Corona - is a lost season. The great hope that remains for us is that the world will get this pandemic under control in the next few months, e.g. through comprehensive vaccination campaigns. What we are left with is the hope that the world will be spared such pandemics for the next few years, and that as many countries as possible will survive the Corona pandemic and the accompanying lockdowns economically well. As someone who grew up Christian, I would now say, "Let us all pray for that."

Thanks guys for the kins words. The fall at the pond, I told you about, unfortunately had more serious consequences than I had initially thought. The bloody nose has healed; everything is wonderful. But the sternum was badly hit. It started to hurt about two days after the fall. Especially left and right muscles and tendons hurt a lot; especially when I move in bed, like from the left side to the right side of my body. This creates hellish pain along the sternum. I can hardly sleep any more. But I'm tough, like a boxer I have taker qualities. Whoever was so careless and reckless must be punished. I'll survive.

Whenever my camera spots a pretty female creature, it gets all fucked up in its photo bag, sorry, nervous, excited and whispers to me: "Get me out, switch me on, I want to take photos, beautiful, great ones, I also expose correctly, choose a suitable time-aperture combination, you can rely on me. For sure" My camera's blood pressure and heart rate also rise, it seems shaky and excited, but then it suddenly concentrates on its work. Bangkok, Krung Thep, the Siamese Los Angeles, the city of angels, not only has the god Brahma on offer, but also lots of picture-perfect girls; it's to get on your knees; as we say in German. Whether on Thanon Silom or Sukumvhit, whether along the shops and shopping malls of Ploenchit or Ratchadamri, pretty young girls, young women by the hundreds. I'd rather keep quiet about Nana Plaza ... Saint Peter, my dear, when I come, I'll bring along prominent reinforcements, none other than Bob Dylan, and then I'll knock and sing "Knocking at heaven's door ..." together with Dylan. No, I don't need 72 virgins, like the Mohammedan mass murderers, one is enough for me, but then please the right one .... memories, sweet memories ... now I can be flamed ....