Air Wick Freshmatic Broken

theory of the used tissue

that I think readers nothing of the Broken Windows theory , ie the theory of the broken window, tell it is quite clear to me, but maybe there's someone interested for which I have developed, the above theory is not dissimilar used-tissue-theory? For if I am my bike in mid-off and I with a paper towel to wipe away tears that has me driven the wind in the eye, and when I this, used handkerchief forward in my bicycle basket toss, because no trash in the neighborhood, my bike basket night when I come back to the top littered with bakery bags, leaflets and other used handkerchiefs. Conversely, an empty bicycle basket in the morning also means an empty bicycle basket in the evening. That is the theory of the used handkerchief! The other day I left behind not only a used tissue in my basket, but inadvertently also my wallet - with my Postbank debit card, my Ver.di card, the Lafayette-customer card, my VÖBB-card, the card of the technician, the persons inside and 25 € a pretty big fish! But the evening was still there, covered with beautiful Chai Tea Latte from Starbucks cups and other refuse. (M) a used handkerchief has made the difference! The funny thing about it: A few days later, I once went with the subway home and suddenly my purse was gone! Now it is far , I thought to myself, is now happening to you now is but the wallet stolen , and I raced home and had blocked my bank card, only to find that the budget does not go away , but was elsewhere. Displacement activity due to hypersensitivity. Now I have a new PIN. My old PIN was one-nine-four-two, I've always noticed with 1942 - the year in which British troops Madagascar conquered in order to anticipate the Japanese, but my new PIN starts with a four, because I can not nothing with it!

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Fun Brain Pop[ Tropical

report from Frankfurt am Main

At last I have my own life again! live for weeks in the hotel is not fun, even if it is in Frankfurt am Main, where no longer hotel stays and individual fate not uncommon, but on the contrary, totally normal and are therefore common practice. live the way, even more stupid than a hotel must have is sick to stay at the hotel.

Something like that 600 000 inhabitants, Frankfurt has come and said additional daily 500000-1000000 people (in this case contradict the information) to work in the city, making the Main metropolis into a kind of sham Giants: Man arrives and thinks Hey Bluntly, Frankfurt is even a real city, what is going on here, great, so much excitement, because I stay over the weekend here and see me at all! and then you find yourself in a Taunus-Village, where on Saturdays and Sundays all cafes and restaurants are deserted and the streets like. Only the crack junkies to stay there over the weekend.


But there is a great trick to an apparent huge city to uncover quite simple: if you from the underground station and is swallowed up in sight of another subway station entrance, where it is but not at the rear exit of the subway station from which you just come up, but already at the entrance to an underground station, you know, Aha, I am in a city that seems bigger than it actually is .

But the only way - where was I stopped? Oh yes, next to Frankfurt Hamburg is the crack capital of Germany and I do wonder long why actually in Berlin Crack does not matter. On the whole, quasi not open hard drug scene in Berlin in comparison to Frankfurt and Hamburg exist - strange, but for where you commonly from the equation, "the larger the city, the more blatant the drug scene" starts. This matches well not to Berlin. Almost cozy meeting place of the drug acts on Kottbusser Gate in Berlin, while I am in Frankfurt nearly tipped out of the pine if all of the bad crack misery.


Frankfurt Otherwise, of course, is exactly as one would expect from a real Frankfurt. There is a place and a Goethe Goethe street, and where a street is Goethe, Schiller is the road not far away, which is in Frankurt as everywhere in Germany. The Butchers are hot Worschtkörbsche, the pubs and the best coffee Fennischfuchser it where? In the clerk's office, of course, where no one expects! The clerk's office, which I will eventually miss.

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