I'm late. All the time. And especially now.
The planned return to Switzerland takes its toll, especially in terms of administration and planning. And Franziska's preparations for the upcoming final examinations of their booksellers training in Frankfurt contribute little to the overall relaxation.
Unfortunately, just has these days (the temperature rises slowly to 30 degrees) the air conditioning of our otherwise reliable Prado gave up the ghost. And that thoroughly!
If I had hoped at the first visit to the shop yet, the damage would be resolved quickly, then returns achieved after the first sentences of the mechanic disillusionment. The friendly Indians makes crystal clear that the car at least four to five days, more likely, would not be available. At his call the next morning, in order to present the failure analysis and disclosure of the expected bill, my last naive hopes vanish within a few seconds. Of seals and leaks, there is the speech of highly compressed gases and faulty compressors. I understand, in any case, only half, that may at Dialect of my interlocutor are, par excellence in the quality of the line or to my knowledge of English. But one thing I get it anyway. Namely the price: 9900 dirhams! "That's after the discount," added Mr after studiously. But here, one must know it is a standard set that only the shock of the clientele dampen somewhat overpowered.
The rental car with Budget is not free, of course, defies Etihad discount. But fate leaves us no choice. Every third week goes Franziska our girls and that our partner families carpool to school. As can my two-door Volvo not to pitch. Therefore, Franziska goes these days Toyota Camry, the car has at least four doors, a decent boot, and only 27 kilometers on the back. On top of that it smells inside him like a carpet factory.
And because we are all just a bit behind schedule, was also emptied the mailbox is not a long time. The last time probably in November. The box is full because too Rammel. Somewhat as the Berne ice rink at the currently ongoing playoff series between the SCB and the Tigers of Langau. I clamp the envelope stack under his arm and thus pave the dining table in our living room. In reviewing the post sometime soon creeps me the bad conscience. Between the bank and municipal records there are Christmas and birthday cards. Of course, until the present hour to be answered. Oh, how embarrassing!
Therefore, dear friends and colleagues, I want to thank you for once jovial collectivity in this way: When ZKB, Swiss Post, Stadler municipal authority, the BKB, HSBC (yes, the banks are once again in the majority) , Etisalat in the local communications monopoly, with Aunt Marianne, as well as the family man in leather Glattfelden! I also apologize for missed payments and dates at ZKB, Swiss Post, the media campus Frankfurt and the accounting office of the aviation magazine SkyNews.
Although probably the most the above addressee hardly ever get lost on this website, so at least there is modest hope that like the desert tracks my bad conscience, at least in outline, draw in the UAE sand.
I am just a bit behind schedule ...
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