What is there to laugh about?
N 44°42'360'' E 020°38'204''
Day: 77
Sunrise:
06:43 am
Sunset:
6:06 pm
Total kilometers:
2201.93 Km
Temperature – Day (maximum):
21 °C
Temperature – day (minimum):
17 °C
Temperature – Night:
12 °C
Latitude:
44°42’360”
Longitude:
020°38’204”
Maximum height:
92 m above sea level
“You can hardly bend over. Do you have such severe back pain?” Tanja asks me. “Yes, it’s bad again at the moment. I think the headwind is taking its toll,” I reply meekly. “We should take a day off. Maybe you can use the time to do some writing and rest your back at the same time.” “Do you really think it’s a good idea to stay in this awful room?” “It’s up to you, but I think it would be more sensible,” Tanja suggests and the decision is made.
Sitting in the large, unheated and completely uncomfortable breakfast room, we chew on rubbery white bread. Drinking the warm coffee and watching through the dirty windows as the wind whirls fountains of dust into the gray sky. “When I think of the gusts of wind, it’s a good idea to stay here,” I say listlessly. “Your back will thank you too,” says Tanja. “Oh dear!” I suddenly shout. “What?” “That can’t be true!” I continue to curse without answering Tanja’s question. “What’s going on?” she repeats. “What a load of crap! Now this stupid white bread has pulled an inlay out of my molar. “You’re joking, right?” “No, it’s not a fucking joke, it’s terribly serious.” “Let me see that? Oh, it’s a big inlay,” says Tanja. “There’s a big hole in my tooth,” I reply in a bad mood. “Does it hurt?” “No, but I don’t know which side to chew on now.” “Why?” “Because I burnt the roof of my mouth on the other side with a stupid hot potato a few days ago,” I moan. “Hmmpf,” Tanja begins to laugh cautiously. “There’s nothing to laugh about.” “Well, I’m just imagining our funny situation. I either have to laugh or cry. I think laughing is better. Hhmmff, ha, ha. Ha,” she giggles indignantly, which makes me even angrier at first, but then I suddenly have to laugh too.
Although an old, ugly witch has shot me in the back again, I have a big hole in my tooth, we are staying in a terrible Eastern bloc bunker and unpleasant squalls are whistling around the house outside, I am in a slightly better mood again and set about making myself as comfortable as possible in the uncomfortable room in order to record the experiences of the last few days. As the hours pass, the wind chases the dark clouds away. Warm rays of sunshine shine into the room and our accommodation no longer looks so bad in the suddenly beautiful weather.
