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Gentlemen, excellent thread. I have been following police photos over many years where I found men in brown pointing at dead subjects or heavily damaged units of all kind. In Coss´ list there are two policemen ( in blue ) pointing at a damaged motorcar which is positioned on top of a wall. Very useful move because otherwise nobody would ever know why they came there. In my hotel they provide a basket with about 200 boiled eggs and in front of the installation you find a big signpost saying " Eggs" . Just in case somebody thinks they are grenades or something. I like all this very much.

These are famous verses from Goethe's "Faust", which I had rehearsed beforehand during the hours of waiting; as you can see, I was well prepared. She was quite surprised, stopped and laughed at me: "Yes, mein Herr, what do you want?" she asked snappishly. "May I invite you, my beautiful girl, to the nearby ice cream parlour?" I had asked my mother to pay me a few marks pocket money in advance; she withdrew the money from the then slender household budget. To my surprise, the girl agreed and we strolled the 250 metres to the ice cream parlour. We introduced ourselves to each other, told each other what else we did, what interests each of us had, etc..... Guys, what can I say? I'll cut a long story short. It worked out wonderfully with this girl. We spent a blissful spring and summer together; oh yes, sigh. In January of the following year, her family moved to another city and I was left alone. Well, sometimes that's the way it goes. Now comes the nostalgic look back; about 8 years later. I was now 26, in the middle of my studies, when I went to this pharmacy once again. The old pharmacist had long since retired, but nothing else had changed. I was standing in front of the medical center and the memory of this girl and our love experience came back to me. As far as love adventures were concerned, a lot had happened, e.g. back in my military days with a village beauty, a student nurse or recently with a fellow student from university. "What is my doctor's assistant doing today? Is she married? Does she have children?" Oh girl, you made the darkness of my schoolboy life light then, When I held your hand, you cast your spell over me. Oh girl, my girl. That's what ran through my head and a lot more. But shortly afterwards I said to myself, you are only 26; you still have your life ahead of you and hopefully there will be many more love affairs and pretty girls for you. That's exactly the difference between an 18 or 26 year old doing a melancholic nostalgic look back and a 74 year old reminiscing about an affair with a Bangkok girl. The young one still has several decades of future ahead of him, the old one has no future at all. The old one can at most take stock of everything that has happened or not happened in his life.

From now on it goes on here Diary - Logbook - very personal