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#100: Statstik

The 100th blog entry and since

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#99: first working day of 2

I was 16 Years old and was in the 4th grade BHAK to Cannes ride on Course, and I had to finance myself, because my father had to illness professionally look forward to major changes this year. Herzmansky called the house, in the CD section at the top of the roof with Roland and Renate. Oh god, the house was great and we came through the back entrance to the clocks, yes I still have a paper with / hole cards- and stamping out. The CD department had a kind of special position, they belonged to the house Herzmansky, but it was the only department, do not like the other departments were in the middle, but deferred, entire floor and a sports shop, which was externally, was the only ally at the level.

And then to have the opportunity to hear music all day, so at least it was my dream scenario, cooler Job, cool music, cool guys … Well, Renate was the veteran of the department, tough but warm and thus the choice of music always comes first, I'm just Lizzie Engstler with Lonely, Roland, however,, who told me the same, that he hang up on land as a DJ Paro, was then inserted between Scooter. But the match of the Giants came in July 1993 then with Mr. Vain gegen Can’t help falling in love (Culture Beat vs UB40).

I was impressed by the house, colleagues and the system, and finally I have there not only spent my summer months after graduation, but then even Christmas Saturdays, Holiday hours and when I was just possible. And one of the best leaders, I got to know, was my department manager Kurt P. And even long after the sale of Herzmanskys I could not go there in the new business. Because it was a piece of my story, which disappeared from one day to the other.