This smells so nice. This is my heaven. Vil please, I want a big piece. Vil went inside and asked for the price. A good piece of six months dry aged steak would be a whopping 100 euro. Maybe I get a bone for Christmas.
Yummy!
Sometime things happen. Today we went to the club and there was another dog named Indy as well. I liked her…..
Well educated, experienced, motivated and unfortunately too qualified.
Today we went to our actual office, as we usually do after work. The two mile walk is quite nice. Vil walks me very day for a minimum of one and a half hour and on weekends we are outside all day. Ok , we went to the office, Vil had a coffee and a chat. All was fine until a small little white fucker jumped at me and tried to ….. me. Wow,….. Squeeeeeeek!
Vil took immediate action, grabbed the small one, “unplugged” him and saved me. Now, “small white fucker dog owner” finally appears and instead of taking care about “small little white fucker”, he grabbed Vil’s arm and said quite aggressive “leave my dog alone”….. WTF?
Small little fucker dog can be happy that I didn’t eat him and now this “responsible” dog owner tries to wind Vil up? Both are rude. Like we know: “The Dog is a reflection of the owner!” So, please “small white fucker dog” and his master: STAY AWAY FROM US!
There is kissing before fucking!!!
Jips!
PS White fucker dog owner plays actually a quite good jazz,…………
You are sitting near to me, but I don’t talk to you because I am paralyzed and my speaking abilities are near zero. I apologize, that I destroyed our future before I even spoke one word with you.
BigHug
A guy just sat on me by accident. I squeaked and he jumped up.
BigLaugh
Hallo Dirk,
heute wärst Du 50 Jahre alt geworden,
aber leider hast Du es nicht so weit geschafft
und schon vor mehr als zwei Jahren das Licht ausgemacht.
BigHug
Schade eigentlich, denn ich hätte gerne noch ein Bier mit Dir getrunken, aber das sollte nicht sein. Ich hoffe es geht Dir gut, wo immer Du auch sein magst. Vielleicht siehst Du ja Mama irgendwo und wenn, dann richte ihr bitte ganz liebe Grüße von mir aus.
Dirk Dorfmüller
* 04.11.1966
† 15.08.2015
When you are in need of accommodation in a big town, then you will learn very fast, that there is a very high demand, but only very little supply which leads to the crazy situation, that totally shitholes are rented out for an enormous amount of money.
In Spain, we lived in a few places and most of the time it was the same issue. If the landlord itself stays in the flat, then most likely he uses to the other room to pay the rent for the complete flat.
As an expat, you are the milk-cow for the locals. they use the situation to their advantage as much as possible.
When we shared a flat in El Raval, the landlord was not only a total Messi, he also had serious mental problems, since combination was somehow “interesting “and led the end to a total escalation.
Here you can see a few pictures from the flat. All of the stuff is the stuff of the landlord and you see that the whole flat is totally filled up with whatever. The kitchen sink is totally dirty, the microwave is broken, the toilet is not working properly, the fridge is filled up with rotten stuff and it’s actually no pleasure to live with this guy.
Our “room” is actually just the divided extension of the living room with no real door, just a sliding one and no window. That is already s***, but if you think it can’t get any worse, you are mistaken. There is another “room”, which is way smaller than ours. We pay 400 freaking Euros, the “Russian guy” 350 and the whole flat is messed up by the landlord.
Vil just met a guy, his name is Uhr, who attended the same high school in Germany. The world is small.