During the holidays we are looking at a certain point even more forcibly prevent any activities by the threat of boredom. Six weeks of nothing, really doing nothing, at least four and a half weeks to deal. Especially when you eighteen, fresh, halved and neurotic Vielzuvielnachdenker is to quickly run the risk of being mad swirl of negative thoughts without any agenda. So it begins with golf. Then the whole day to hang out in the sauna. Each restaurant every neighborhood try. Belliniflaschen chill in the refrigerator in hopes to get the evening perhaps visit in order not to sleep all alone in the house.
Today I went paragliding. Like a fool a tendency to descend on ne canyon run is to distract 1a effectively around. Flying is disappearing faster this The ground beneath your sneakers notice than you and somehow you just hope that somehow the straps hold your life in which hangs 600 meters above the ground. At some point, then you relax and listen to the whistling in your ears, look at the world. Almkühe, sail boats, hotels and cars. And at some point the ground is again close. Gone much too fast, the thing, and somehow I hope I at next time can truly realize the "Fly!"
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