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| Brutzel drives people to Kalymnos masse to jump off the cliff. So far, fortunately only in the water. |
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| Brutzel shadow. Are (Not to be confused with Hannah shadow!) |
Actually since we arrived in Kalymnos, Brutzel is our constant companion. Apart from the first day that he was hiding just a few hours, presumably to surprise us directly to the next morning in full bloom. Brutzel has a cute name, but its essence is the exact opposite. Brutzel eats skin. And brain cells. And skin cells. And so nervous. And with the nerves of course, the motivation. For hanging from the nerves directly from a certain sense. You could say it is like down. Motivation. Of the nerve endings. Anyway, they picked Brutzel from there, eat them and then also picked the same nerve ending, it acquired in and if he still is not enough, he devours as I said even the whole nerve. These days he is hungry. can
There is a place where we escape him. The sea. You may have to say that to him also because not escape completely, but at least he is not as good clean. That is these days but the only place on the island, to which he is not so good way. And there are practically all over the island even for a place where you can not climb. The sea. Where is the way I write occurs to me that we had actually been climbing. Brutzel and eaten my brain cells let me forget again. Lately I think more and more that we were to swim, snorkel, sponge diving, boating, ice cream and the beach are here. And more often creeps me the feeling that brood has to be bought in by local government, Kalymnos. After all, who deserves to have what end outdoor climbing bums?
If things half as bad, it was not for those institutions that claim they can predict Brutzel whims. They claim they might not only for a few days, no for nearly three weeks. We have therefore asked to question whims and they should stay that way! So far they feel confident about the future, it will just stay that way. Brutzel remains! Maybe for all eternity. Oh God! No more skin on the fingers until all eternity, no friction on the rocks for probably at least as long, no jackets at the entrance and no trace of wind for ... you do not know. Even if it's only for half an eternity, too, is long.
So what do we do? We bow? Or fight? But if fight, then how. Brutzel fact seems to be everywhere in the Aegean and probably beyond. Even if we attempt to create so huge cooling units and fans, we will usher in not turning it. And if we switch off then he is right back on our island. Big, heavy and immobile.
A plan sounds different and we will submit ourselves. Low we will bow down, down into the sand, the sea, the sponges of the railing and into the ice cream. Not entirely voluntary, as the reader now knows, but in the good knowledge that anything else would be regarded as stupid this bending, 99.4% of the population as perfect. They say, rightly. But I will still say in passing that the right to a but fall right in the Basic Law should be strengthened ...
And from each diffraction is still a crack shot up, because otherwise would have to bow to make no sense. And so we will return to the spirit of climbing, because we are not to Routenabhaken here, but to climb and then the 8c +-containing to a whole new experience when the skin shrinks much faster than usual and handles much less grip than usual. But we will take us the right to do stairs then provided with a too high b, that is 8c + b durchgebrutzelte high for a commission at 25 degrees, no wind and in the haze. And all in November ...
There is a place where we escape him. The sea. You may have to say that to him also because not escape completely, but at least he is not as good clean. That is these days but the only place on the island, to which he is not so good way. And there are practically all over the island even for a place where you can not climb. The sea. Where is the way I write occurs to me that we had actually been climbing. Brutzel and eaten my brain cells let me forget again. Lately I think more and more that we were to swim, snorkel, sponge diving, boating, ice cream and the beach are here. And more often creeps me the feeling that brood has to be bought in by local government, Kalymnos. After all, who deserves to have what end outdoor climbing bums?
If things half as bad, it was not for those institutions that claim they can predict Brutzel whims. They claim they might not only for a few days, no for nearly three weeks. We have therefore asked to question whims and they should stay that way! So far they feel confident about the future, it will just stay that way. Brutzel remains! Maybe for all eternity. Oh God! No more skin on the fingers until all eternity, no friction on the rocks for probably at least as long, no jackets at the entrance and no trace of wind for ... you do not know. Even if it's only for half an eternity, too, is long.
So what do we do? We bow? Or fight? But if fight, then how. Brutzel fact seems to be everywhere in the Aegean and probably beyond. Even if we attempt to create so huge cooling units and fans, we will usher in not turning it. And if we switch off then he is right back on our island. Big, heavy and immobile.
A plan sounds different and we will submit ourselves. Low we will bow down, down into the sand, the sea, the sponges of the railing and into the ice cream. Not entirely voluntary, as the reader now knows, but in the good knowledge that anything else would be regarded as stupid this bending, 99.4% of the population as perfect. They say, rightly. But I will still say in passing that the right to a but fall right in the Basic Law should be strengthened ...
And from each diffraction is still a crack shot up, because otherwise would have to bow to make no sense. And so we will return to the spirit of climbing, because we are not to Routenabhaken here, but to climb and then the 8c +-containing to a whole new experience when the skin shrinks much faster than usual and handles much less grip than usual. But we will take us the right to do stairs then provided with a too high b, that is 8c + b durchgebrutzelte high for a commission at 25 degrees, no wind and in the haze. And all in November ...
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