nearly two months there is no record - yes, I have been fighting back with blogging. Well: This entry has long been slumbering in my stomach.
have in recent weeks, I noticed that the Missionarsein my limits expanded dramatically. So far that it almost does hurt that it's hard to get everything under his feet.
The image speaks of it. Anyone who knows me knows that I'm incredibly afraid of snakes. PANIC, goose bumps, SWEAT, shortness of breath. Honestly ... really scared! With a friend on the side I have overcome for a fraction. For me it was really a surprise. This was a step that I have already covered more often in theory, but in this life was impossible.
Other things just happen:
The daughter of a very good friend dies unexpectedly and dramatically, and a few hours after death, I'm sitting with my wife in their cabin. I'm thinking not even know what I say or should not say. I wonder not know what to do. Are not these moments, which need courage to actually ask me about? Grief counselors ... Ooops. I have noticed that I handle this easily, if I can something must, or the right times comes, usually plays a minor role.
The jail: not only because I always go, no, I also constantly smuggling pure things that are forbidden. Belts (hopefully no one is hanged, but as with any illegally) warm jackets (civilian clothing is prohibited), money, SIM cards (mobile phones are also banned) and whatever else is needed Sun Two weeks ago, my friend, no visits had more left (he may only 3x visit a month, what a shit Control): Well, then have mentioned, we in the visitor request someone else who had appointments and when we were in it was the guard with a can of cola gescmiert and brought our friend to us ...
is the missionary life: sad, dangerous and illegal ... ;-))
And I can only recommend (and me): Let us make life more dangerous ... then there is more follow!
Matze
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