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I recently went to a therapeutic masseuse, which my dear friend S.. was heavily recommended. As it should be for good friends, she kicked my butt hard, that I finally do something. I was hit by a pedestrian car in mid-August.

Even if I digress for a moment, so it's impressive, what a brain and instincts can do. I'm with my Jr. gone across a street (unregulated crossing) and saw a car in the distance with my eye, but far enough away, to get across the street safely. When we were a few steps on the road, I noticed, that the car wasn't really slowing down, but rather constant – probably because the traffic light at the other intersection was green (just a hypothesis or empirical value) – and I raised my right hand to make us more visible. In the next moment I only knew, that I thought to myself, that is no longer possible. And then I must have shown everything at once. Push child aside, because it went exactly on the side the car came from, turn on my side, so that I don't get hit from the front. Felt the car on the left hip, rolled me over on the right side and what was the worst for me, was that I also came up with my head and lay there and was scared, that the car would keep moving.

Of course, the car accident left its mark, not just physically. Concussion does not always make everyday life easy either. It's frustrating, when the simplest words cannot come to mind. Engine Hood! I had to explain to my radiologist at the beginning, where my hip hit. He mean, I shouldn't stress myself, that will be again. The words probably got through to me, But it's still so incredibly so easy to find words, not having a word picture of them.

And then by chance you stand in front of such a hood (I parked on the sidewalk and the car), which has the same trademark emblazoned in front, which was the same color, yelled at me and the only one, what i could do, was to stop. And it is like that, as it is in stories. You hold your breath and it seems, like the world stops and everything around you is focused only on this thing in front of me. And that moment passed just as quickly. I took a deep breath and faced the monster of fear. I became aware, that both I and especially my son were lucky. Everything could have turned out very differently. What are a few words that are missing.

My therapist got it right to the point, it brings me back to the center. Even if she meant my hips first. She is absolutely right. I want to find my center again and that's not that easy, because this center is only vague. It is neither a fixed place nor has an absolute point in my very own system. But at least my hips are aligned. Only my head doesn't always want to be like this, as she or I want, namely to find its centering.

#352: Rosen erblühen in Malaga

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I've been planning to say goodbye to my father in writing for a long time, and when I recently heard this song on the radio, I took Cindy and Bert to give space to my memories.

At all it seems, that my subconscious all’ dig out these ancient texts, especially if it seems so, as if I was being followed by German hits from the 60s and 70s. It's easy psychologically, my brain is selective and uses the possibilities – in the car, I keep switching to Radio Burgenland (!) and Lower Austria – which are offered to him.

Memories of Heidelberg are memories of you and that beautiful time, I dream all the time. My father was passionate, when it came to music. On Sunday he loved listening to marching music on the radio and when I'm out and about in town today and it just happens to be, that a marching band is also playing, I stop and listen.

My father made it possible for me to get to know a wide range of music, which starts at Glen Miller and never ends. I've been thinking now, where I wanted to put an end, should or could, but there is none. In the spirit I go all’ through the hundreds of single records, that I got from him and there, too, everything is wildly mixed up.

He always talked, that I was only active in music in the nursery and that La Paloma Blanca was one of my favorite songs. I also danced long before I took a step.

Fathers should be heroes and in this case my father was my MC hero.

That he wasn't a hero everywhere, is simply often due to life and above all outside of ours (and I mean my brother's or mine) Range and possibilities. You don't love less because of that. And the sadness manifests itself in the trifles of memories of my papa. And it's these memories that I like to hold onto. Lovely, funny and absurd memories, that give you an inner smile.

Such an absurd memory is now also in my living room. I couldn't bring myself to give away the Westminster table clock. My grandmother already had a watch like this in her apartment and my father bought one too. Of course, it can be wound manually with a wonderful bell mechanism, which we announce every quarter of an hour, that a quarter of an hour has passed. Opinions are divided in my household and the princess in particular is the loudest, when she informs me, how much she hates this watch. I am still indifferent and have already threatened my brother, that at some point this watch will simply stand with him and he will have to wind it. And if the watch is lucky, at some point it will be among the offspring, because it is exactly these memories, that stay and tell stories.

In eternal memory of my Master of Ceremonies.

#351: My home is my Castle

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I've heard of some, that they're using the time right now, to sort out, to clean, to make yourself comfortable. We are experiencing a new Biedermeier period on many levels.

Only recently did I take a critical look around my living room, on the one hand to fall into deep despair and on the other hand to feel sorry for myself, why I can't have a Pinterest / Instagram living room, where blankets are beautifully folded, to tidy on the crumble-free wing chair (unfortunately my living room armchair has no ears, but I would have loved to have one) to lie, color-coordinated, of course. The living room table is polished and free of any debris. Generally there is nothing unnecessary in the living room.

How to be easy on the word “bearing” can recognize, I'm miles away from this fact. school supplies, Glasses – I did not know, that you can leave so many glasses standing around from empty to half full – Pens and children are constantly romping around in these four walls. Things come with the children too, that they keep forgetting, lose and put away. Things are everything, was in 2 hands, 2 Arms and trouser pockets fit and that can be a lot.

So the princess has short hair, but the last few days I keep finding Spangerln, the one on the ground, between the armchairs, lying at the table or at the kasterl. Neither screaming, Add, Clearing away or good persuasion on my part has improved or changed the situation. The Bluetooth box has been in the living room for days or weeks, and at worst months, and has probably only changed its position due to the erosion of the dust accumulation.

Last Friday I got a koller and made room for the son in the study, so that he places all his school supplies in an orderly and tidy manner. And you see and marvel, have Monday today “just” the biology books found their way into the living room, Next 2 Rulers and a sharpener.

My plan for this week is, that I activate the loudspeaker and make a disco in the front yard, sing along with a glass in your hand. I also prescribe selective viewing and ignore Pinterest and Instagram. At least until the next koller.

#346: The baker by Stefano in Beausoleil

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If you travel to the Cote d'Azur, many want to see the rich and famous. yachts, Lamborghinis, Silikonbrüste, Hyalloronlippen, Extensions and skintight (not always optimal fitting) Glitter runabout – all’ those were amusing by-products of our must-sees and to-dos.

I have seen my Chagall, Miro also and Matisse. Went through the lavender fields and olive oil have tasted and capture the sunflowers Van Gogh. I have wandered in the squares of the Popes and Arabic, Italian and Gothic influences admired in architecture.

One does not have to follow the beautiful glow, but in small alleys in St. Tropez lose and enjoy there with the locals on small squares with a few tables the balmy evening.

Enjoy is easy in Provence and good food to find actually. But one of my personal highlights was the Il fornaio Stefano. Beausoleil is the village, is the above Monaco. above means, that goes to a few hundred meters and a few stairs down to is no longer in France, sondern in Monte Carlo. A smooth transition and only the change of the mobile network know one then, that you are in the land of low tax rates, in the land of pirates- or. Raubritterfürsten (naturally only seen historically) and luxury cars, drive the circle.

Il fornaio is inside a deli with a few tables on the sidewalk and what. The owner and chef Stefano is Italian and the chef and results in a delightful restaurant with his wife Victoria. Not only, that the products are sensational and of high quality, they are also prepared by the chef with a lot of love and passion. And there's good coffee, namely really good coffee, something that the South of France, despite its proximity to Italy namely can not. And Stefano has taken time, to chat with us, offer the dog not just water, but also Ragu, to stand and the Junior answer questions, what cars he has in fact already seen. It was, like arriving at a friend, even though we were the first time there.

Any time.

https://www.ilfornaiobeausoleil.com/

#345: Zombie Apocalypse or cabin fever part 3

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I'm writing for my life, namely not only like, but also for money and in times like these, it is less. Much less, Thanks be to God – with a thank you in this direction in times like these rather assigned Liebesmüh are – there are still a few small and fine jobs. But my junior looks at me and is now my main quest givers.

At our school there are a kind of free work and I admit, that my 16 year-old pubescent daughter can be quite handle it well. Except for a few steps out of the dark room, I do not see it so hard to. Today I have asked them to please let natural light in her room, the work then easier, it then has the blind but in fact 20 cm rolled up. In short, I was afraid, that it begins to smoke or turns to dust.

The expectation, but that work with a free 10 year's work, even if he already quasi 1 x has made, may be high among teachers and teachers, but is an illusion. We still make a daily to-do list.

I arrived in my personal hell.

And then the guidelines are working on a daily basis. I tell him, that too, if it looks like the beginning of a lot, it is not yet sooooo dramatically then. We spend almost every day at least 30 to discuss so minutes, whether he should not do it now. The creative things, how to make videos or tinkering, he could always make. ONLY there are not only creative videos, but constructions, Essays and sketches.

Speaking sketches! last week I was already warned my friend P, that if he has to draw, I should simply look away. to seize the urge the child the pencil from his hand, is almost self-destructive. The Jr has had to make a sketch to Van Gogh's Sonnenblummen on Saturday. The good thing is, that he saw in London this, the bad is, that a long time ago. The good thing is, I took Ps warning to heart, the bad is, I have not quite made it and had not torn his pencil from his hand, but the sheet and give it a new laid.

What's also good news. He writes sensational emails with his English professor. And I mean really really. And he does it gladly and willingly and without complaint. Maybe it's because, that he is allowed to write, that he is super Marvel and what film characters are his heroes. But I do not matter.

#343: Zombie Apocalypse or cabin fever part 1

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On the first day of the prescribed quarantine are junior and I sat at the laptop, all learning materials, download tasks and documents. Most of the Junior liked, that he could replace the laptop with children and teachers digital news now.

We have also emptied the backpack and the fabric Ackerl with all notebooks and folders. Although I should say waste paper collection, because so many crumpled piece of paper and I find transcripts mostly towards the end of a semester. He mean, that he had quickly come together all stress. I did not have to be too loud stress, and to show my anger too offensive (it was only the first day and where would this lead). I failed them.

so clasped, I copied and loaded down all relevant data, to this sort with the Junior. Then we made a to-do list and a weekly schedule. I admit, the word alone to-do list and plan to have a very chilling effect on me. It provides for shortness of breath and utter unwillingness. Something that I can of course do not show the junior, because it is so important, that he rechtzeitg everything and give according to the specifications can. to organiseren myself is a chaotic creative process and quite a challenge to my surroundings.

COOK, COOKING damn I had almost forgotten. Now that all are at home, also changes this routine. But there are noodles – namely the, I eh already at home had and I always have a lot of pasta at home, because the junior Penna e olio, Linguini and oil, Spaghetti and oil meistens ißt.

I go through the tasks and realize, that that's a lot. There are three weeks, this is me aware, but still I have my child the difference between a relative and demonstrative explain, particularly, because he (lt. him) has not yet learned. What can really turn down my pulse beat, is he Goethe's poem “the Sorcerer's apprentice” and Schiller “Ring des Polykrates” must memorize. Junior's first classes of a secondary school! My Princess began with many of these poems in the third grade of a high school, had quite high expectations of their pupils.

But I repudiate understand against rote learning without what they read, to interpret, to understand, why and what is written. Breathe is motivating the foreign exchange and the junior, Simply next job and pubescent princess, who would take me over and over again in their emotional rollercoaster.

Luck was, that although I always herunterief, um zu fragen, how it goes with her, I was rarely really angsprochen. Communication with her was quite einseitung and shortly, with “equal, no, equal, ok, equal, no, equal …”. For this, it is all the more communicative with her friends, via House Party (she was thrilled, they before 3 had years this app, but now she is really cool) talk to each other, laugh and exchange, run while passing any movies, the laptop is opened for school supplies.

It is evening and I am so exhausted and read short digital in the social world, what we now could not do everything. Yoga, Read books, begin to paint, and much more spring cleaning and I wonder, I can do now valuable for me, a glass of wine or go to sleep. I opt for the latter.

#339: Marvel vs,,en,DC,,en,Although the title sounds so,,de,as if I had a clue,,de,this is deceptive,,de,I know myself apparently did not,,de,or was not aware,,de,that it is so important to divide comic heroes in different categories,,de,I'm with Batman and Robin,,de,Superman,,en,dem A-Team,,hu,Hulk or He-Man grew up,,de,but yes only on TV,,de,If I had read comic books,,de,would have been more clear to me this distinction,,de,In any case, my daughter got me recently viewed shocked,,de,I did not know,,de,Who goes where,,de,Thor zu Marvel,,en,Ironman well and flash, for example, DC,,de,which I had mistakenly assigned Marvel,,de,because he has such a red full-body stretch suit,,de,the yes is wrong with Ironman,,de. DC

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Auch wenn die Überschrift so klingt, als hätte ich eine Ahnung, das täuscht. Ich kenne mich anscheinend gar nicht aus, beziehungsweise war mir nicht bewußt, dass es so wichtig ist Comic Helden in verschiedene Kategorien einzuteilen.

Ich bin mit Batman und Robin, Superman, dem A-Team, Hulk oder He-Man aufgewachsen, aber ja nur im Fernsehen. Hätte ich damals Comic-Hefte gelesen, wäre mir diese Unterscheidung vielleicht klarer gewesen. Auf jeden Fall hat mich meine Tochter letztens entsetzt angesehen, als ich nicht wußte, wer wohin gehört. Thor zu Marvel, Ironman auch und Flash ist zum Beispiel DC, welchen ich irrtümlich Marvel zugeteilt hätte, da er auch so einen roten Ganzkörper-Stretch-Anzug hat, wobei das ja bei Ironman nicht stimmt. And perhaps here lies also the essential difference,,de,DC has figure-hugging latex,,de,fetish,,de,Suits and Marvel,,de,No so simple it is then not,,de,because Spiderman is a Marvel character and also has such a suit,,de,I meant,,de,Then if that is not indifferent,,de,because there are heroes,,de,which are cool and some less,,de,Captain America und Flash,,en,That's all I needed in this discussion,,de,those who know are present as a horde of mutated Gremlins attacked about me,,de,The under,,de,year did not even know,,de,who or what the Gremlins are or,,de,And that was my introduction to this discussion,,de,to finally around the TV shows to let my knowledge of the 80/90 incorporated,,de. DC hat figurbetonte Latex (Fetisch) Anzüge und Marvel … nein so einfach ist es dann auch nicht, weil Spiderman ist eine Marvel Figur und hat auch so einen Anzug.

Ich meinte, dann ob das nicht gleichgültig ist, weil es gibt Helden, die cool sind und andere weniger (Captain America und Flash). Mehr habe ich in dieser Diskussion nicht gebraucht, die anwesenden Wissenden sind wie eine Horde mutierte Gremlins über mich hergefallen. Wobei die unter 30 jährigen nicht einmal wußten, wer oder was die Gremlins sind bzw. were. Und das war dann mein Einstieg in diese Diskussion, um endlich mein Wissen rund um die TV-Shows der 80er/90er einfliessen zu lassen.

I almost torpedoed the system from the inside and my daughter and the other driven to madness,,de,It was to talk to me a folk festival with my adult colleagues About Gremlins,,de,He-Man as recognize the true Master of the Universe or talking about it,,de,as Lois Lane was actually the true hero,,de,in the adventures of Lois and Clark,,de,then laughed especially we have about the Bum,,de,Zacks in Batman and Robin,,de,M.A.S.K oder Ninja Turtle Heroes,,en,My Princess then said laconically, I'm embarrassed,,de,because I thought at Ironman,,de,I Robert Downey Jr,,de,was always sweet,,de,if he is a Marvel hero or not,,de,And who wants to know more found at,,de,marvel.com/characters/browse or,,de,www.serienoldies.de/serien/80er/ or http,,de. Es war mir ein Volksfest mit meinen erwachsenen Mitstreitern Über Gremlins zu sprechen, He-Man als den wahren Master of the Universe anzuerkennen oder davon zu schwärmen, wie Lois Lane eigentlich die wahre Heldin war, bei den Abenteuern von Lois und Clark. Besonders gelacht haben wir dann auch über die Bum, Zacks bei Batman und Robin, M.A.S.K oder Ninja Turtle Heroes.

Meine Prinzessin meinte dann nur lakonisch ich bin peinlich, particularly, weil ich bei Ironman meinte, dass ich Robert Downey Jr. schon immer süß fand, matter, ob er ein Marvel Held ist oder nicht. Und wer mehr wissen will findet unter: http://marvel.com/characters/browse bzw. http://www.serienoldies.de/serien/80er/ oder http://www.dccomics.com/characters everything worth knowing,de.

#338: 1 1/2 Monate sozialtot

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In Front 1 1/2 Monaten kam ich am Sonntag nach Hause und erlebte meine Tochter – soon 14 – aufgelöst und voller Zorn, wie sie auf ihrem Handy herumtippte und wischte, wenn man das den so bei einem Smartphone sagen kann. To my question, was den los wäre, kam nur ein Schnauben und ein hervorgepresstes “Ich lösche alle Social Media Apps, A L L E S !”

I admit it, ich habe es nicht ganz ernst genommen und fragte nur, was den jetzt schon wieder passiert wäre. Weil in letzter Zeit gab es immer wieder Stress, weil sie (meine Prinzessin) nicht irgendein Bild geliked, markiert, kommentiert oder gepriesen hätte. “Warum setzt du keine Herzerl unter mein Bild? Hast du mein Bild nicht gesehen? Ich posiere wie die Stars, warum hat die S. trotzdem mehr Follower?” Vor allem die Umfragen waren immer unterhaltsam “Findest du mich hübsch?” mit den Antwortmöglichkeiten “JA” and “JA sehr”, ist somit das Ja das neue Nein?

Und die Flammen sind sowieso das Non-Plus-Ultra bei SnapChat, die Kids fühlen sich gezwungen täglich Bilderchen zu schicken, damit sie die Flammen nicht verlieren, die sie untereinander sammeln, täglich und alle 12 Stunden notwendig (lt. den Kids). Die Prinzessin hatte einmal um die 200 Flammen mit einer Freundin, that is,. täglich 200 Tage lang (damals war der Rhythmus noch mit 24 Std. von Snapchat vorgegeben) zumindest einen Snap. Und dann ist man krank (zumindest so, dass man kein Handy bedienen kann), hat keine Lust, Durchfall (ok, das hält niemanden ab, es gibt ja auch WLAN am Klo), … und alles ist weg. Jede einzelne Flamme, 200 unwichtige Nichtigkeiten umsonst verschickt.

Und wir wundern uns, dass die Informationsaufnahme beschränkt ist, woher soll noch jemand wissen, was wirklich wichtig ist, wenn Flammen das um-und-auf sind.

So viele Kleinigkeiten die für die Prinzessin mehr Stress bedeuteten, als Spaß oder Lust mit anderen etwas zu teilen. Und somit dauerte es einen ganzen Sonntag, um jedes einzelne Bild auf Instagram zu löschen, jeden Abonnenten, jedes Abonnement zu entfernen. Apps zu deinstallieren und sein Handy clean zu bekommen. Und jetzt ist sie seit 1 1/2 Monaten sozialtot. Die Prinzessin kannte nicht einmal den Ausdruck sozialtot, bevor mein Bruder – der auch sozialtot ist – es ihr erklärte.

Gestern haben wir darüber gesprochen, wie es ihr so geht, ohne diese Medien und sie meinte, dass es am Anfang schon schwer war und sie das Gefühl hatte, etwas fehle ihr oder sie würde sogar etwas verpassen. Aber mittlerweile ist es kein Problem mehr, im Gegenteil sie meinte, dass Freundinnen oder auch manche Klassenkolleginnen jetzt wieder persönlich auf sie zukommen und viel mehr geredet wird. (Wie erschreckend, dachte ich nur.)

Ich bin wahnsinnig stolz auf sie und es ist mir auch nicht wichtig, ob sie morgen oder heute wieder alles aktivieren würde, wenn es ihr Wunsch wäre. Vielmehr hat es ihr Bewusstsein im Umgang mit sozialen und digitalen Medien geschärft und ihren Blickwinkel verändert.

#337: Dorfer “and …”

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I admit it, ich war und bin seit jeher eine begeisterte Zuhörerin des Alfred Dorfers. Bissig, zynisch, pointiert politisch und durchaus auch flach unterhaltsam, aber vor allem ein bisserl böse.

Im neuen Kabarettprogramm findet man von allem ein wenig, wobei das Politische ist nur in den Zwischentönen hörbar, auch wenn Dorfer einmal zornig meint, dass wir uns endlich von dem Links-Rechts Geschwafel lösen sollen. Es geht nämlich nicht darum WER was sagt, sondern Wer Was sagt. Überhaupt war sein jetziges Programm philosophisch bestückt, da er neben Descartes auch Platon mit seinem Höhlengleichnis bemüht. Man merkt, dass sein Zorn den Sophisten gehört, den Halbintellektuellen, the “alles” wissen und somit auch “alles” kommentieren können, particularly, wenn es eine Studie belegt, oder der intellektuelle Boulevard (der Standard) so schreibt.

Die Prinzessin war auch erstmals in einem Kabarett und trotzdem sie eigentlich sich zwangsbeglückt fühlte, hat ihr ihr erster Ausflug in die zynisch-böse Welt des Wiener Kabaretts gut gefallen. Etwas ertappt fühlte sie sich wohl beim deutschen Migranten, der von hoch gehen (nach oben gehen) spricht. Auch der Bleistift-bestückte Vortragende versus dem Power-Point-Bildzeiger hat sich nachdenklich gestimmt, da es schon seit Jahren in ihrer Klasse üblich ist, jegliches Referat, jegliche Präsentation oder jede “ich-mach-mich-wichtig” Buch-Personen-Ereignis-Vorstellung durch animierte Bildschirmpräsentationen (und wenn ich animiert sage, meine ich animiert, da hüpft jeder Bullet-Point ins Bild) zu machen. Als wir dann nach Hause gingen, meinte sie, dass es wohl doch eine gute Idee von uns war, sie mitzunehmen.

#331: it is so far,,de,The day before yesterday I held my princess almost new black sneakers under his nose and said,,,de,I will,,de,that the shoes look like.,,de,Before that, I'm armed with Shoe Cleaning and polishing brush sitting in the open door and was cleaning the shoes,,de,Actually a traumatic memory for me,,de,my father cleaned his shoes and our weekly,,de,how dirty or clean they were,,de,Because his shoes were always clean and shiny,,de,while my family and they were enveloped by my brother in the dust coat and always so gray-black spots had,,de,And every time after that brushing,,de,which we had to watch from the outside line,,de,so that we can learn,,de,like the Shoeshine works,,de,my father said,,de

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Vorgestern hielt ich meiner Prinzessin die fast neuen schwarzen Sneakers unter die Nase und sagte:”So will ich, dass die Schuhe aussehen.”

Davor bin ich mit Schuhputzzeug bewaffnet und der Glanzbürste in der offenen Türe gesessen und habe die Schuhe geputzt. Eigentlich eine traumatische Erinnerung für mich, da mein Vater seine und unsere Schuhe wöchentlich putzte, matter, wie schmutzig oder sauber sie waren. Weil seine Schuhe waren immer sauber und glänzend, während die Meinigen und die von meinem Bruder im Staubmantel eingehüllt waren und immer so grau-schwarze Flecken aufwiesen. Und jedes Mal nach diesem Putzen, welches wir von der Aussenlinie mitansehen mussten, damit wir auch lernen, wie das Schuhputzen funktioniert, sagte mein Vater: “So will ich, dass die Schuhe aussehen.” And every time I rolled my eyes felt a thousand times,,de,because I thought,,de,that they are always shrouded in dust again,,de,And then happens to me,,de,I take my father this habit,,de,the self now cleans his shoes still regularly,,de,he has apparently planted creeping into me,,de,It happened slowly and without any clues,,de,I just noticed,,de,that after my princess the same shoe size,,de,as I have,,de,it bothered me,,de,that if she put on my / our Sneaker,,de,they were both buckled and dirty,,de,I also like slips into added made shoes,,de,But I do it carefully,,de,I think so,,de,At least that has not changed,,de,The Shoe fetishism has become, at least not transmitted in full,,de, weil ich mir dachte, dass sie doch eh gleich wieder in Staub gehüllt sind.

Und dann passiert mir das! Ich übernehme diese Angewohnheit meines Vaters, der seine Schuhe selbst jetzt noch regelmässig putzt, die er anscheinend schleichend in mich eingepflanzt hat. Es passierte langsam und ohne jeglichen Hinweisen. Ich merkte einfach, dass nachdem meine Prinzessin die gleiche Schuhgröße, wie ich hat, es mich störte, dass wenn sie meine/unseren Sneaker anzog, sie sowohl ausgebeult als auch schmutzig waren. Ok, ich schlupfe auch gerne in zugemachte Schuhe hinein, aber ich mache das vorsichtig, glaube ich zumindest. Wenigstens das hat sich nicht geändert.

Der Schuhputz-Fetischismus hat sich zumindest nicht zur Gänze übertragen. I do not use Strecker and do not drive through Vienna,,de,one Colonil,,pt,who else knows it,,de,to buy for cleaning,,de,But if I told my dad,,de,I have a care for the insole in summer shoes,,de,He would be very proud of me,,de,fewer,,de,I hardly use until rare,,de,In fact, I'm much more relaxed,,de,when I think about it now,,de,Only when the princess wants to borrow my shoes,,de,I like to pick out my father's wisdom,,de, um Colonil (wer es noch kennt) zum Putzen zu kaufen. Aber wenn ich meinem Papa erzählen würde, dass ich für die Innensohle bei Sommerschuhen eine Pflege habe, wäre er wahnsinnig stolz auf mich, weniger, dass ich sie kaum bis selten nutze. Überhaupt bin ich viel lockerer, wenn ich jetzt so darüber nachdenke. Nur wenn die Prinzessin meine Schuhe ausborgen will, dann hole ich gerne die Weisheiten meines Vaters hervor.