News from Hammelburg

Since Zenzi charge of the school and we share bed and board, and no one has anything against it, except maybe one, although it would take no school, but perhaps share with other Zenzi, the world is so beautiful and uplifting for me as a long time no longer , so that this heaven on earth I did not want to lose more unnecessary words.

Unfortunately accumulate externally, throughout Südschwitz, even here in Buschhausen the problems.

Switzerland has negotiated with the government as always strapped in North Goofy a special agreement to make Swiss may carry out all sorts of transactions at special rates here, also colonize open up all sorts of shell companies and set up Abschakalskapitalgeschellschaften. The riff-raff, the falls there will jerk Just because it is not only ethics and morality spoils noticeably in Südschwitz, but also the prices in Freiberg already bad, even in Buschhausen, so use it with my Hintlingen, to put it very carefully , just not particularly popular. Them all together so it is not only the most corrupt of all Swiss, the whipping here, but also all the special Swiss, so those bandits money from around the world who work with special permission for a Swiss special letter box. A rabble übleres (they make 70% of those determined parasites from) the world, if ever, have not often seen.

It threatens a veritable uprising in Südschwitz. Hard Holtz, the site commander of the army, that tells me Olli's pretty nervous. He knows that even a fourteen year old Hintling knew prostrate three to five of those enddekadenten linnets with bare hands within seconds, their guns, which they have, wegbeißend.

There are just times estimated three thousand, but they are somewhere in a population of over one hundred thousand (no one knows exactly how many there really are Hintlinge) still unbearable. Olli said to me, and something damning to expect from a so gewetterten host hardly hear that they are the worst fucking idiot drunkards that he had ever experienced. You know not even how to fall halfway decent from the bar stool. Your talk was so unbearably stupid, like not even in the run-down Rhenish drinking hall in Puffviertel would ever have to listen, because there myself Paule Penner aufbrächte more verbal originality, and if it is cut down to just the Rüsel again at the bar. I never thought that Olli could be as ablästern on its own, still very solvent guests. Much of what he said, I can not write down here because this site is to not get a majority Lock purely wound, the vocabulary of a Altprofis his profession includes some cursing and insulting, so exercised was, as I now just have to leave your inclined fancy it.

Anyone who knows the history of Südschwitz a little closer, now is not difficult to guess what Olli when he energized again, said we should take on all this shit now only an old vintage port, then to say to me, but what I first said to hit him because sometimes a trick that I knew what he was going to say the same: "Oh dear. Olli. I'm supposed to talk down to the Chief Commissioner and the hard Holtz somehow, explain the Hintlingen, I had everything under control, alongside behaved further addressed, just as if nothing would ever knock a little on the bush at the Swiss Upper Attaché, so to speak, again alongside the corresponding letter to media and politics in Northern Goofy so cunningly written as clever as the addressees selected, quite quickly and eagerly send. Is not that right, or am I right? "

"It is of course true, and you're right, but that's not enough," replied Olli, after a short, slightly astonished pause, very dry. "You also have to rub shoulders with the worst record of these bandits themselves. What else? "

"Oh no, Olli. As I let out a point, and you have it right away. "

"That's why we are such good friends." We drank a port and advised us in peace.

(That was a week ago. Hard Holtz is carefully cooperative, but of course has heavy pants full. Switzerland's Grand Mufti has welcomed me short, my little verschwurbelt the concerns expressed listened, but without much to say. And one evening I had with some of drink the fattest of these morons. doing so, a mixed picture emerged. Some of them just laugh resistance to their presence, others but is a little uneasy. They are with the better instincts. One or the other of which I will probably again have to make. Letters to the north-Goofy are in the works. I need at least three good deeds, really good. A fucking shit work. I may make a mistake. Not even thinking that I could make one. everything must happen as if by magic .)