Today on OE1 there was a “Quasi”-Obituary of the cassette, because, although not quite “dead” is, but has as a storage medium and long music truck lost its place. Although they are still there, people, their cassettes in now 7. to 8. Dub generation and repeatedly “new” record, then fitted with a walk instead of a Walkman MP3 player through the streets of Vienna. One called it a dystopian listen to music device, the so much overcapacity poses, up to his death (and actually longer) Listen to music. His last cassette also sent from the Ferry Meidling beginning of the 2nd millennium to his eavesdroppers even recorded programs. Which reminds me, the importance of cassettes were once for me, aufnzunehmen to complete programs (Comfort Zone!), Self shot (sung, spoken, voluntary and involuntary), Music mixes for all moods …

Today we face our music lists together, with a lot of passion with the appropriate transitions, Categories and Headings. Voice recorder on cell phones and music tracking software work on a button and digitize almost anything we want. But it is to be compared with the life? How often do we really hear us today to stored files? How often, however, we have a cassette taken in hand, over and over again. It was nice already. Until the moment, where it comes, RECORDED that the event was already resumed late, one song, that loves you sooooo, was fully talked again at the end, the stupid bands have once again caught in the recorder, …

Listen to this word alone, trigger me screaming fit from, Although feel the pain in the neck to, but at this moment there is no other. One says, somewhere so that everyone has a weak spot in the body, the place, where viruses and bacteria first visit, so that they can celebrate long party. This vulnerability is in my throat. Someone sits next to me with visitors of illness, and notice me, it is already going. The partygoers to share and say, hey, there it is cool, long as we can celebrate. My white blood cells appear to make a big bow around my neck or think, that does not pay. Also a way to shut me up. Because I know where all these bad Zellchen and pathogens, My voice must fail already and I still whisper.

So I swallow my antibiotics behaved since this week, again curse God and the world, I do not belong to those, the angina at least 5 Remove kilos (at least one positive effect could indeed be the).

Cologne is a phenomenon, There is always something going on. Perhaps it is really because, Cologne that in the Middle Ages by the indulgences of the Catholic Church a “Tourist city” was. Farmers and citizens could by a “Transition” pay off to Cologne and financial compensation against the church over their sin. Today it is less than the Cathedral of cultural and gastronomic life, that drives people into the city.

There is no season, where someone is not sitting outside, Although under the Heizschwammerl and Ikea Ceiling, to drink Kölsch or spritzer. Crowds the rings push yourself up too late at night and the restaurant expanded its high tables and in a short time for drinking pub with bar and small dance floor. There is something for every taste what, from 365 Carnival days in the nuthouse about dance- and house music in the surrounding local. In the evening to sit outside, the ability to breathe, is something which is missing in Vienna and wanting more. So it seems at least after, Cologne that despite stricter smoking ban (there is reacted), has no problem with the economic situation in the catering.

Cologne and I have been on a relationship you and you, I would see it at least. And to Cologne I especially love Kitty Chai, one hand on the rings or the old market. The principle is, that goes into,to fetch drinks and food. The food promises to match the name really good, solid and freshly made “Asian” Eating – the satay skewers are great – and EUR 5,90 obtained Jumpo (0,5) Cocktails – vornehmlich Caipis für mich. Der selbstgemachte Eistee ist auch sehr gut, aber vor allem die Marshmellows und Fizzers Deko machen das Ganze so liebenswert, wie so vieles hier.

My Jasminka is my hero and she knows it. Because it is so, as it is and can be bent by anything or anyone. And it has mainly a giant Big Heart, albeit with smaller stature. Something which is not always easy for them and other, is, that she wears her heart on her sleeve, and of course come here to talk things out awkward, but never meant evil, but was at its most beautiful, as a woman she, the just out of the crowd stood by her dancing (she danced with joy and fervor, while at “Bold and the Beautiful” triggered the laughter Boboszene), said, that she finds it so great, The joy with which she dances here. And that is it!