Mein erster Sturz mit dem Fahrrad war auf dem Weg zur Uni.
Es war einfach nur kalt und ich erwartete kein Eis auf dem Weg, doch es war da.
In einer weiten Kurve, die ich wohl zu schnell nahm, rutschte mein Vorderrad
weg, das Fahrrad ging zu Boden, eine Hand (mit Handschuh) als Stütze zu Boden,
rutschen auf der seitlichen Wade, Stillstand. Ich pflücke Dreck aus meinem
Handschuh, schlage die Hose sauber und steige wieder auf.
The second
fall happened on the 11th of December on my way to the last exam for this
semester. There are these cycle-lanes next to the stairs and I usually use them
to go up. As I was driving right towards it, I saw that it was quite snowy, but
who cares, I can handle a little snow… Almost there I see that little pile of
snow 2m infront of the slope so I lead my front wheel safely over it. As it is
going down right after it, the snow sagged a little and had a firm grip to my
wheel as the surface of the snow was frozen, forcing me to do a slow flip over
my handlebar landing on my backpack. It contained my lunchbox, a yoghurt drink
and my camera. The cracking noise of something left me in fear of having a
backpack full of yoghurt drink and maybe a broken camera but fortunately the
only thing broken was my lunchbox.
…and what ain’t
we able to fix with a little bit of duct tape…
11.01.16
Exactly one
month later I am objective to another attack. The offenders could escape of
course as their crime was long done by the time that the remains on the crime
scene brought me down…
A couple of
days ago people moved out and others in the house. The former left their old
couch in the outside hallway leading to the back of the house. The worst place
to do that! Trying to reconstruct their thoughts I would say that they were
simply thinking: “Hey this is a very good place to leave this old couch.
We want to throw it away, but as we are
too lazy to do that now, we gonna leave it here in the hallway where it won’t
get wet… and even though no one will use it after us, I really care for this
couch, so she shall not get wet in the rain! Just leave it here – standing
upright – until someone takes care of you.”
Pretty
solid conclusions one would say, but they did not consider the long darkness
these days and the depressed minds that are easily inspired to do crime: Preset
occasions make a quick and refreshing villainy without having to do anything
else but give it a little push.
As I make
my way home back from a friend’s house where we had inspiring and calming hours
of painting, I finally turn into the hallway to put my bike back in the cellar.
Just as I enter the hallway approximately 10m long, I realize how dark it is in
there. The light must be broken. Slowly rolling into the hallway – relaxed, and
little faster than walking speed – I enter about 3m as my front wheel hits
something hard. It doesn’t retreat so my moderate speed just allows me to lift
my hands while flying over my wheel to beware myself from faceplanting. When
everything stops moving and my surprised
“What the…” echoes away I realize something on me. I also realize that
the couch used to stand somewhere else originally and that my headlight is
still on my head. Saving some of the anyway exhausted battery’s energy I had switched it off earlier. Now, still lying there, I switch it on to see what
made me fall:
I am lying
in the earthly remains of this wonderful couch. I push my bike – still lying on
me – aside. My bike has this wonderful basket in the front where I use to place
my dumpster diving loot, just as today. Pushing the bike aside, the basket
reveals my nice bread and the Schoko-Croissants that I just got. They are
deformed and covered in ash! My formerly surprised “What the…” turns into an
angry “These little piece of shits!!!” now. These stupid bored little thugs! Always need to burn something to get pleasure. Burn up yourself!
Checking on
wounds… Just a 1-cent piece of skin missing from my right ball of the thumb. It
was covered by my glove. I grab the bike from the floor, save what’s left to
save from the loot and look back to the ceiling. The lamp is melted away. All
the buckled ice that once unevenly covered the ground was melted and refroze
the trash to the ground in an evenly spread puddle of water. I make my way in the
house and eat the ‘Schoko-Croissant of defiance’.
