Marathon smoke dreams

Wieder da! I'm here once again after a long break because of lack of time as well as of concentration, the marathon weekend and one school group after the other are reason enough not to keep the head on your shoulders, anyway it was nice. Our dear Haile has won the first price once again

ad and the city has enjoyed the marathon euphoria in a wonderful late summer weekend, so warm and sunny that the marathon runners for sure had NOT really appreciated!

But why is it that generally those few skinny african guys manage to win the marathon against thousands of europeans? Well the answer may be really simple as well as delightful: the skinny africans are used to run for their lives, meanwhile the europeans are used to sit in a waiting-room to receive their social assistance. Life can be so simple!!

I can imagine you are asking yourself if I have run the marathon, well the answer is simple: NO FUCKING WAY! Running has never been my speciality , why the hurry? I admit it seems to be big fun to run the marathon and every year when I watch the runners on the Ku'damm I feel tempted to do it some day in my life, but then I think that day would be very probably the last day of my worthless life so there is no point to risk even such a meaningless existence. I better keep watching every year the marathon from the sidewalk of the Ku'damm, cheering up the runners and listening the music. There is no harm in it, is there?

To be brief: I'm on the track again to continue the main issue of this blog: why a second chance? I'm aware nobody is reading this shit but I'll keep writting anyway, may be one day by accident someone opens it and drops some dirty comments or tastless jokes, who knows. For that reason I have to write in order not to disapoint the potential improbable intruders of my blog!