Today something .. Other * cough *
is unfortunately too long for it to be packed with the last entry. ! Please do not expect the world; length is not everything, as we all xD
Warnings know in advance: Teen time, pre-series, teen drama deluxe, tears, Best Bravo Photo-Love-Story-level , and I mentioned the teen! time?
Some eyes speak volumes.
Especially if they come from the side of the head and guide an already over a year by training. The view that just as in Klaas' direction was sent meant, simply, messing it not again.
messing it not again, because today was Thursday afternoon and Klaas had made this week for more than a customer unhappy. In a few years he would probably be able to smile about, but currently designed, the difficult. The situation itself had tunnel-like something inside them, and the sky was due, could be drawn mostly from the more mischievous affair. Or was done by the chief of which was that, however little enthusiasm. See the man of business Tuesday, his new hair color was far from being able to boot and still complains about the "unskilled, young man" had, to which the "total lack of competence".
Some people were just simple comprehension in terms of apprentices. That was known. Nevertheless, it was annoying when customers were dissatisfied. Even more annoying was when they could not calm himself, but to save the boss himself, the situation had to.
Klaas was exactly what happened this week on two occasions. Nothing, which increased his prestige in the eyes of his boss in any way. And anything that promoted self-confidence. In general, he had this thing at the beginning hairdresser presented a bit easier. Until he was eventually noticed that he apparently had two right hands. Unfavorable, as left-handed ...
But that did not, that is not strained. And to also throw in the towel was not possible. But they had the wrong track with 16 years in the very pub idea. A retraction was consequently impossible. In particular, because Klaas show his parents did not want that yet so maybe they were a little bit right, as they had tried it to make other professions tasty and the hairdressing simultaneously out of it.
The thought of botched hair colorants, sighing and admonishing parents pushing aside the best possible chief, followed the sharp eye towards the entrance door. The new
Azubine of this year (which would probably do in the next you are cleverer than it could ever Klaas;! Unfair world) just a boy of about 20 brand Surferboy led to a place and asked if this would have a drink. The character of his boss, to take care of the new customer was not Klaas escaped. Nevertheless, he found an estimated three seconds a complicity in the mirror before which sat the boy, and studied his face with the straight A pair of sunglasses perched on the nose.
was general, it is always interesting to see what kind of customer you had to do it. Whether they nervously on the chair slipped, disinterested on their phones or rumhackten immediately began the next man zuzutexten (which some did, even if the next man was female, which had 60 long left behind and was sitting under a Fönhaube).
This boy with the open-minded smile was certainly the first time busy gazing after the young trainees. She was actually relatively inconspicuous. Klaas got along well with her, no doubt, but he would consider them rather boring. In most cases, they chuckled about his comments, but was himself in very little to talk and offered him thus no incentive to build a real friendship.
Let the boy took off his sunglasses and then put them on the shelf in front of the mirror, where he served in the same course at the then draped gossip newspapers. Apparently he had not noticed Klaas. Or is he simply had not noticed as a hairdresser ... Both were quite possible and, although presumably the latter were true, we hammered a principle, it is always the former.
Klaas peered furtively at the calendar that hung on the wall next to him. It was late August, he secretly had forbidden himself to count the days, but found himself always back up again. There were 95, which meant he was single again for over three months. Young men always reminded him of this fact.
yourself a jolt of print, returned to the thought aside and went behind the new customers.
"Hi, I'm Klaas. What can? "It was precisely this moment when you first said the face in the mirror for secondary and focused on the longer hair. They looked washed blunt, but this was not the problem. The problem was the top among the main strands of translucent, felted hair knot at the back of the head, above the neck. Something pink greeting between dark blond streaks through it. The question of what you could do for new clients, unnecessary abruptly.
"Hi can call me Joko. And what must be done, uh, yes, you see. I think. "The last remark was trying to conceal with a discreet cough.
Klaas was just speechless, while his fingers lifted the hair and looked at the scale of the disaster shrill adhesive. A surge of synthetic chewing gum smell best quality he was met there and put any shampoo - which might have ever used Joko to create the evil from the world - in the shade.
"Oh shit ...! Tell me how? "
" Ask not '. Shook "Joko head slightly and looked away. We watched it in the glass, as you looked up. Of the chewing gum while the majority had been already removed from Joko, but he remains stubborn despite efforts had probably not get away.
"Ne stupid bitch" was muttered.
up the words for meaning Klaas showed it was again a moment.
"All work has made them. Ex-girlfriend? "
" Not quite ... "Joko scratched his short time at the nose. The status of the girl had reached her absence does not simply have placed feelings. The final Klaas pulled immediately. Even too fast for himself liked. His fingers were still some strands of hair fixed. In it did to some unknown reasons disappointment. Joko had not worked for him as the classic one-night stand type. The resulting feeling of this realization was stale as stale beer, on the Klaas love to have voluntarily renounced. How he hated that feeling, just ... He demonstrated all the time namely, that his last relationship was not the-only-I-try-once-was-thing with a boy. His subconscious had long understood how he was biased.
"How long you already did it? Is so hard as a board. Hast thou not rauszukämmen immediately tried? "
" Have slept soundly. The evening was just .. well. "
clever girl. The recognition she had gone, even if they hated Klaas spontaneously. What they had done with these great hair ...! Here he would definitely be busy for some time.
If "yes not 'like I had promised her anything, especially not after all the beer. But that certainly know her with the girls: a time and then ... "Her eyes met in the glass. Klaas really sank in this captivating brown, it mesmerized him. Besides tickerte his mind: Forget it! He is straight and does not guarantee half as sincere as you have judged him to just ...!
But what the boy was, moreover, in their old age? A majority wanted to stop just let off steam.
"Tust yet, right?"
The question threw a no difficulties from the path. What did you? Klaas tried to find the connection of thought, however, brought his brain are any logical link. He had been staring too long. He was in his ideas went too far, so just have some sympathy was immediately there for Joko; long before Klaas it ever realized. If not so, the disappointment would rangepirscht not even him.
his job was sometimes stressful. Not because of the tasks, but because he himself
Joko's face passed the surprise and was somewhat astute.
"That's okay," he said this again and looked completely normal. Not knowing that Klaas plunged straight into a hole. What was okay? And why was it okay? Why Joko put the issue now shelved? It was here but just gone to girls and one-night stands, right? Joko
Had a look through perhaps? Klaas noticed it for so damn fast? Actually, not yet, right? He did his best to make it stranger indulgences him not in your face, voice or gestures. And now he came up with this Joko's okay 'so. Nothing was damn okay! Not so long Klaas each time thought he would abruptly fall to the ground and the dry earth excavation pits his attention to the skin when he thought of all the consequences that would arise in any outing from his family and his friends with him.
"For .. for what is Joko? Your name is not really so? "He never did that Klaas cursed anyway, because he did not want to have asked. He wanted to save these hairs and it does not continue to get acquainted with a guy who was just a few years older than him and whom he might one day even at night in a bar, met pals in tow, which he then verklickerte drunk again that Klaas was the gay hairdresser from the salon where he had been gefriemelt the gum from the hair.
Should not be. Never.
Joko, meanwhile, pulled a face.
"No! Since you have to ask for real now, right? "
" Yes! "No wish had / / should not be! And did it anyway ... Especially since it was fun to see how Joko raised his hand and put it on the eyes. It promised to be even funnier, the wall as he!
"So?"
"When you get out the damn chewing gum war wegzurasieren without cutting off all or, I betray's you."
"Deal!" Re-met their gaze in the mirror, realized by Klaas, that his own eyes incident. That just ordered Joko Coffee was brought by the new Azubine, Klaas was like a saving anchor. He commanded from the hair washing. Just as we had last year, always with him. In the meantime, whispered in his head, can be brought either by the 95 days of separation, nor of the mild summer weather in August, in name Joko mystery out of the socket. When he heard a laugh from the sink, he turned around so that he neither Joko could still see the girl. Apparently someone here like to flirt. Was it really so totally right, that he had received time served for the bill. should
In the spirit swayed you, whether you sympathize with the girl but not that Joko had so tanned. Joko also had a kind of it, to see someone ... Klaas had swallowed the view as still burning Sambuka and then wondered why it hurt. He had to stop here to take the so personally. Joko was a customer.
"You know how you fix's?" Unbeknownst to the individual person, had the head placed next to one side and whispered softly. Nothing that would have the other customers can hear. messing it not! said, his face severe.
Klaas nodded to object instead. He would fix it. He surrendered not in front of a chewing gum - not even when it is dried for several hours was too much charm and Joko sprayed as could be tolerated without damage.
With barely a "good" the boss now on the section devoted to the young woman a few chairs, whose hair was dyed platinum blond already.
Joko was pushed, however, of the trainees and chair back from the mirror, what was happening, of course, not without significant Thank you. The girl giggled, blushing. Klaas rolled his eyes, he found it annoying. Yes, he was jealous, without the admit yourself or anyone else ever.
"Really cut as little as possible when it comes up", pleading silly Joko put his palms together as he prayed briefly. Klaas had
countered that the dimensions of the catastrophe until he again had to just take a close look before he could promise anything, but staggered the eye contact with him again the voice. So he merely nodded as he combed. With the index and middle fingers as far as possible, the tresses at the base and held to drag out the tough crowd attempted. Joko suffered, even though he only pinched his mouth twisted. With the help of a fine comb came forward Klaas even actually. It took only.
To distract himself, Joko told what he was doing around here - it was not clear from Oldenburg. Klaas was alone in this message perceived boulders from the heart. The vision, in the evening dressed stupid to be, fizzled.
Joko actually came from North Rhine Westphalia, concretely, Mönchengladbach, and was with a few mates go. Short trip, just let's see where it's going. Originally, they wanted the sea, but then they got into a wrong train, and generally seemed to have no idea the Chaotic if they arrive at the beach or ever seriously wanted to simply hang around only.
".. and I thought well actually yes, I can not ride '. Had applied for the Airlines, and they have let me also make the employment test ... "
" But? "
" you think you can, right? "
"You're too big for the job as a stewardess?"
Joko's body vibrated with the easy laugh, even when he answered with a reproachful sound. It was difficult to define. Klaas especially now far more than the smell of bubble gum. More even than shampoo or detergent. His senses, told him long ago Joko's scent. That one was acidified to just yet or even disappointed, emotions seemed to be that currently have resided in a parallel world. Klaas had simply changed the universe, as he was sitting on the stool and started to work. The ridge was now passé; in its place a pair of scissors was moved, the startled to the strands.
From the angle of the eye is squinted into the mirror glass, which always returns Joko's eyes sparkled, and all the other environmental noise extinguished. The stupid tabloid Joko had not touched even more. He seemed only interested in Klaas, the only this statement inspired and animated permanent grin.
"Well, you've changed your mind?"
shattered the idyllic dream bubble, as a colleague of Klaas stopped abruptly and marched past the two held. Klaas did not understand and Joko not appear to as well. Good to see the insistence on "Hmm?" in which he raised an eyebrow.
In parallel, Klaas saw on the ground, then frantically at his hands and back on the ground. Sharp air absorbed, he sucked his lower lip between her teeth and was alarmed inevitably pale. Because he cut here just awake, and completely into the gossip with Joko deepened, his hair short in the neck! The top had not been affected, thankfully - but that was not so!
"Well, the hair will not stay long in the neck?", Discussed the hairdresser your question and you could literally follow, as the sirens went off Joko and his right hand groped for his lightning-like hair.
petrified Klaas could not do more than stop breathing. And hurt. His lungs have already sparked a desperate SOS to his brain, which could not react even wanted to react.
"Is something wrong?" Again when his boss came up to them approaching, Klaas were resigned to the eyes. He was as good as dead ..
"Actually, that is, yes! Should not short. I was thinking? "Joko was surprised myself too, not to stammer. His attention was looking Klaas' look in the mirror, then jumped by surprise to the hairdresser, to head and grazed the three turns again and again.
Klaas for his part would have liked to have said something, but he could not. He did not even distracted, as he did so by Joko can. How then this conversation, this man and the reactions it provoked in him, were able to derail. If he otherwise ruined hairstyles, it's because he blended in or the color was not right or the haircut does not fit the type. But this?
He had been distracted, and he could not explain where he was actually in thought. It probably also interested in anyone that he had been here a little crush on the deferred flirting. He did not admit it by myself, yes. But the facts spoke for themselves ...
Klaas felt fine, like the redness of his neck crawled up the face and even in his ears does not stop.
"You wanted to cut it not? "said Joko ultimately directed at you, but you no longer reached, as a helpless looking up and shrugging their shoulders brought. I wanted not have it, I do not have noticed ...: gestures that conveyed exactly what Klaas felt
"This can not but be true ...!", the rumbling of his head like a distant thunderstorm rumbling penetrated down to Klaas. At the same time it was the scissors out of the hands, when his boss took Joko. The hair is taught, tested, estimates.
"Klaas here has really tailored very brave!" Accusation. "I'll give you a total bottom all a bit shorter have to make, but really only as much as now is still needed to complete it just looks good. Do not worry. You will only see a slight difference afterwards. And the hair is grown back in a flash smart. "
failed In his remarks to Klaas' Bosses do not chirp to continue to Joko's hair and throw on the mirrors and a fixed insured look. The hairdresser went beside them discreetly. At Klaas ran over the words like a torrent. He did not spontaneously, which was really bad here in all this: the fact that he had already done something wrong or the fact that it was happening to him at Joko. Would it now for a completely incompetent fool with. The fear expressed from within a neck and would automatically take a step aside.
"Klaas"
"Yes?"
Instead of saying anything more, you got it from his boss just a cold point in the direction of the back rooms paid. Stocks clean up, wash and fold towels, clean the utensils used. These were the jobs that were waiting back there at one. And like his boss just looked like one was also glad that he sent away one. Klaas had the uncomfortable suspicion, or if he had been kicked out octagonal. He gave himself so hard. He took all this seriously, no matter what his want to tell family and friends too. He had decided this, so he would not let it grind. to connect
Without again in eye contact with Joko, turned it around itself and was now in a moment disappeared in the back rooms. Mechanically applying themselves first to the contents of the washing machine and filled it from the new field, and today we had no appointment more customers. And even if it had a little surprised if the boss had decided spontaneously, someone else may overlap.
standing under internal tension, sorted it, ordered it, sorted wrong and criticized himself, things sped past in fast Klaas, and his blood was flowing at double speed, and accordingly his heart rate was high. His body knew what he was waiting. And no sooner that they had taken away the last towels, the door was flung open already.
"Lord God once more" The door was quietly trying - but still very loud - too.
"This can not be true to you! What were you thinking? "
" It .. it was a mistake. "What else should be great to say? Klaas tried arg, his shoes do not qualify as so enormously interesting that he constantly stared at, rather than have the decency to look his head applied to the face. Even if the latter was a nightmare because His boss just shook his head angrily and furious gesticulating.
"No! I let go through not so! I took the boys there now with great difficulty rescued nor the hair, but something just as, I will never experience again! Otherwise we have to talk seriously about your future here! Is clear that the times! You are in the 2nd Year of training, simply because I expect more! "
It was not in doubt whether Klaas had understood this statement or not. It was assumed that he clearly understood. If he did not improve, then ...!
His lungs capitulated again. Sent the already known, oppressive lump Klaas' neck up, while his equally oppressive family directly behind his eyeballs and nests were disturbed him blink. At the same time hammering his head " control! Control! Control! "with the volume of a hammer on metal, matching the stumbling beat of his heart.
The air was thin and incredibly stuffy, the air of his boss a true copy of the anger in person. Furiously waving from those at once, as Klaas opened his mouth to say something that he himself knew what it was.
"Today you meet me out there no more! Maybe tomorrow! I think about the me! Make yourself useful as long back here! "
Re-door slam drove one through and through. The noise was so popular, that the sudden tears flowed from her eyes. As if liquid is spilled over in a vessel due to a violent movement. Towards the same subsequent sobs was injected immediately hands over his mouth.
shit, do not cry! He could not stand around
here and cry like a baby. That was completely unacceptable. Nevertheless, the complaints transportation had shaken so much that the water level to stabilize not just wanted. Not even when Klaas continued to breathe deeply and one of the chairs at the table sat. The falling through the large windows light the summer he saw as deceptive as it stretched across the floor and was just hell. Behind him was working the washing machine and just moved into the spin cycle.
He was poor. He did not notice. The idea squeezed painfully as a blunt needle through his tear ducts and on through his brain mass. Actually, you could not just throw out trainees so; it was necessary for solid reasons. But if what he did, just as such was received by reason ...?
What should he tell his parents, then? And anyway ...
It was not intentional been to blend the hair Joko. It was just happened because it was paralyzed. Joko's hair and also not the sticking point was here today. The problem was that Klaas had 'caused instantaneous failure rate that his boss, the collar had burst. And rightly so.
vain dash away to the extra tears with the back. Now if someone would come clean ... unthinkable. What would the hold of one?
Klaas wanted to imagine not. He wanted to go home sound so pathetic that liked it, but he was not even of legal age. His life was complicated enough. If he at that time after school just a better idea would have been like this, he wanted to build its future. But that was just was not the case ...
A sudden knock was a wince. Klaas almost choked as he looked up shocked and alarmed at the window looked over. Usually, there was hardly anyone over because it is not the road was; bicycle were there, a small parking lot, trees. Behind closed private garden plots with high hedges.
And now stood Joko, his hand still hovering in the air. Klaas saw him only vaguely, but recognized him immediately. The biting him condemned to shame, Joko immediately turn its back again. Society, while ausheulte to There was no need, but Joko was the best reason to finally zusammenzureißen again, the tears press with all the strength inside and set the sniffles.
There was another knock. A little timid this time
Joko should go away. Anger that he was there and it was a terribly uncomfortable flared up in Klaas' stomach and flexed his muscles.
With the help of a moving quality movement, he stressed once more across the face.
"Klaas? Hey ... "The window was shitty to tilt so that Joko's voice to a crawl over and clung to one. Klaas could smell this strange boy almost, he felt just as intense.
"Everything bad semi-Sun No one is disfigured. My hair looks good ... "
" Your might! "Poisoned you angry over his shoulder and sniffed again. Joko but should simply continue with his friends, then she would arrive at some point by the sea ...
short, it was quiet, but we felt certain that Joko still stood on the spot, as well as its next statement showed.
"Let 'nen Deal?"
Deal? Klaas was just whining to squint. This had previously worked with the deal even for so great.
Joko said, just continue, even as he got no answer.
"You make the window and hear crying, and I'll tell you my real name? "
" I'm not crying. "
" But, do thou " But there is no drama ... The hidden message about taking control of Klaas yet he did not get up. He did not go over well with the window open because of this very much. However, his body slowly and parried as remote controlled. The only thing that could prevent Klaas, Joko was to look into his face. Instead, he grabbed the lighter and the cigarette box on the table, fingering out a cigarette and lit it. It was not his own, but his colleague would 've nothing against it.
From Joko he heard nothing. Somewhere in the trees and bushes crept the wind through the leaves and animated here and there a bird for chirping. Tired smoke absorbed, they let themselves down on the window ledge and dangle his legs. From the corner of your eye you sensed that one Joko did the same.
"I've only heard that he's become incredibly loud ..." Joko with Wen, he said, 'was immediately clear. to play, how embarrassing it was one that others had noticed the onset of his boss, Klaas went back on his cigarette and stared straight ahead stubborn. What he should say great? That he is a genuine Barber was perhaps worse? The Joko knew. And all other people.
"Oh, you want one?" Inelegant one changed the subject and referred to the burning cigarette. It seemed rude not to offer Joko.
"No, ah ... Man, Klaas. "Before we knew what really happened, Joko was moved up a step closer to a one and had voluntarily put an arm around her shoulders. The entire contact was Klaas shiver immediately. Time ran out, where you saw Joko: confused, uncertain, speechless. Just something. It probably went a lot of time in which alternated in this range of emotions. Ash fell carelessly down on the gravel of the parking lot, however, one's thoughts about how well shaken champagne foamed
made Joko Why?
Not that it was inconvenient. The opposite was the case. Precisely because so was the big problem ...
"'s interested you are?"
"What?", They pushed out easily kieksig, which was mainly due to the unexpected closeness and the sustained eye contact, the Joko just not broke.
Klaas studied with dry throat Joko's face, the constellation of features, the encouraging smile, his hair. They looked really good. Much better than before.
"What's my name."
"But, clearly cares me!"
"I's feared" Joko grinned broadly whether the prompt confirmation Klaas conjured up a new swing flush on his face. He did not want to have said so straight out, and if they do, than to casual manner. But at the moment work with him simply do nothing ...
He pulled back on his cigarette. Around him, everything had gained in clarity, which was a good sign. He did not cry more so. That would be bad. He was not a person who is ausheulte. Not even when suddenly someone like Joko, whose warm breath Klaas ear tickling.
"Joachim."
A laughter burst out from Klaas, long before he was able to reflect on the near or even above the heated feeling that it was crawling with the syllables of the skin. Joko's voice had been quiet, but not embarrassed.
"remains at Joko between us."
"Definitely." Agree with you flicked his cigarette smoked down to the ground and then shook his head.
"What? Parents are just not accurate, as you see, "Joko met Klaas' grin.
"And certainly not in there. So ... "
" But he can kick me. "The good mood was again blown away, even on the other hand tried to keep as Joko.
"he is not."
"You know it does not." Klaas thoughtfully kept the fact that I did not cut hair for the first time for themselves. Joko probably guessed it anyway, stroked his hand again warmly Klaas' shoulder along. It was just this contact that Klaas called again to mind, as both were sitting here, he had to swallow, which brought him close to sweaty hands. Joko was not aware of the effect he had on Klaas, most definitely. He would, in theory. He had earlier been seen through that they were gay. Or?
"He would have kicked up determined long ago, if he would really believe you are building just shit. But he has also just realized that you get along well with customers. You have me so zugequasselt and everything, I was blown away in there. You also probably would have me 'ne can shave bald and I'd only checked's right, if I had approached my friends do. "
round off and?
yourself not being able to defend against a flattered smile, considered the gravel. Joko was blown away been so. How should we evaluate it? Klaas' home affairs have been positive, but if he called to mind, why Joko had had that gum in her hair ...
No, Joko was not meant as guarantees Klaas would have liked. He only talked, but he did a just indescribably good. Klaas was about to reply, but a light beeping got before him, prompting Joko to look for in the pocket of his light summer jacket for his cell phone.
"Yes? Yes, I was ... The's got out, I'm glad about it. Where are silken? ... Yes, the fountain, I am just passed. Make me then times aufn way. See you later, ciao! "
His friends ...
Klaas felt like mentally from a high building. The day die Standpauke, Jokos Kennenlernen und jetzt noch Jokos Verabschiedung... Er wohnte nicht hier, er war nur auf der Durchreise. Das hatte man elegant verdrängt. Das Wissen machte es einem schwer ums Herz. Wie war es bloß so weit gekommen?
„Du musst los, ne?“, versuchte sich der Jüngere nichts von seiner gefühlstechnischen Achterbahnfahrt anmerken zu lassen. Jokos Arm war ihm außerdem während des Telefonats von der Schulter gerutscht und fehlte Klaas seitdem. Das war doch unglaublich. Sie würden sich garantiert nie wieder sehen...
„Ja, schon“, nickte Joko und sah zuerst wieder auf sein Handy, danach überlegend zu Klaas hinüber. Seine andere Hand begann abermals etwas to search his pockets and pulled out a pen. The next thing Klaas noted, was that you took his right hand and wrote something on the inside surface. The fine tip tickled his skin, however, the alien finger a half-crazed made.
My Number, "muttered Joko unnecessarily. The dazzling smile so that Klaas was grateful to sit. He otherwise would weggeknickt the knee.
No doubt he was the one who was blown away.
Can "call me even once and tell me how it's going on. With your training and everything. "
And anyway? What should mean in practice? Interpreted at things completely wrong or did Joko here suggest something specific?
Overwhelmed nodded one, lost a "Sure, I'll do" and followed, as Joko slid off the windowsill. The gravel crunched welcoming due to the unexpected weight.
"What are you doing now? Where have you but rejected by Lufthansa ... "It was not about to stop Joko. It was just a fixed idea of Klaas whizzed by his head, like so many fixed ideas, which he did not say more than 90 percent.
"No idea," Joko truthfully shrugged his shoulders and sat down loose his sunglasses back on, which was tucked so far into the breast pocket of his jacket. "Maybe I'll go just to watch TV. The company but everyone. It does not work try it too. "
" Up here. "More than a bird could show you Joko then, although the idea did have its charm. On the windowsill, with Joko's number in her hand, she liked the look better than ever before. But because it was utopian, it was this alternative life carelessly aside. In addition, it was more oriented towards the theater, so far at least.
"But I'll call you if I ask you then in the Big Brother house or in teleshopping see!"
Joko would never go into the Big Brother house, and also in teleshopping discovered him. Even if Klaas and then zaps with a strange, inner expectation through the channels and secretly kept lookout. The number he had received that afternoon in August, he had - was that he hardly been at home - written neatly on a piece of paper, and never elected. Only once, since he had tried. By holding your breath listening to the hooting and spontaneous nausea felt when his heart beat increased awareness. Then Joko had reported, and Klaas had hung up. Just like that. Without ever trying again. What should also be with them? Nothing would has to be ...
That was what persuaded you are successful over the years. Until finally in 2005 came, and see Joko's face was suddenly on MTV. Klaas had been standing there, the remote control in hand and heart in the earth. His body vibrated internally, and his senses were the stimulus overload.
Joko had made it.
indiscretion Klaas was found on the phone again, the old card with the number in one hand. Nervous, dominated by adrenaline. Having lost the last reason and of nature at least as Joko blown away in that summer. In the ear a short crack. Then the message that the phone number was not assigned ...
