I could easily reconcile themselves to be rich. At the Wellness Spa I was once a couple with blond, his black hair. Both incredibly beautiful and elegant, a certain nobility, fine arrogance and anti-social well-measured radiating. Even in your bathrobe. In the little black dress and he in a safe outrageously expensive jeans finally boarded a closed convertible and drove home. After Stiepel? Or in a small building, a family castle perhaps, near Cologne. In the morning he goes to "work" in the company of her father. No one knows about its remit, he least of all. After a few hours he comes home again, watching his wife on horseback. They do something fitness, order lunch at the kitchen maid and talking finally powerful trivia. "Really, Rutger is now sales manager in New York? Well, here in Germany the market conditions are indeed getting worse. Wage costs and so on. Tell your father also."
That's life! And now I was even invited to rich people. A different way, however: Sympathetic rich who drive with their Lions Club in poor regions and social commitment to consider really important. Of course, we meet now and then eat the secret game, wine and drink hear jazz. Blindfolded be my companion and I drove to an undisclosed location, after about twenty minutes we are there. Stiepel? The room is simply furnished but incredibly stylish. And just decorated. Only candle light and very little indirect light bulbs light illuminate the long rows of tables. The pianist is a young Romanian talent flown in, and when it focuses, is clear: This is not a jazz! She plays Chopin and Debussy with a tremendous temperament and passion that the moderate wing of creaks and rattles. Before the addition to the obvious she wants to start, suspend the wine merchant: "The kitchen now has to dish out, otherwise the food is no longer the point.
"In Germany, everything always perfectly organized!" Moppert the young talent insulted and takes off with her also flown companion. smoke First one.
the wine merchant, a professor starts the meantime with a Syrah and brings the same one map of France: come here and there of and the wine since the wine is made so and so completely without chemicals and strictly on the lunar calendar, I like that natural and top up I will not... knowing that the number was one in ten. made the finale a strictly limited edition white, only a hundred bottles per year, disgusted today for 55 € on sale. "Uh," said my companion, and moves across the glass. "Drink you again." Certainly. As more new bases terrine of rabbit and deer, Essence of pheasant, medallions of venison and wild boar and plum-pumpernickel-cream are served. Latest on wine and the number eight are over 70 years of talks to bring out their iPhones and Google for long-forgotten pop singers. "There are over 37,000 apps", I clarified the ex-OB in a Ruhr city, "there is much gimmick."
I agree with him and smile knowingly, though I of course have no idea of iPhones. For that I am of too young. But tens of thousands meaningful Apps it will still be safe. The ex-OB is already another topic: "I always ask the people?. What can you not here, what can be somewhere else Even the Swiss national ski team for training comes after Bottrop "
"In the summer," restricts a seat neighbor.
I'm still hard excited and talking myself with the former mayor in a frenzy: "There is absolutely no reason from Bochum to move away, because I agree with them completely, the cultural offer the burgeoning higher education, the number of green, the pubs, the people.!! ! is not only an ocean here and you can not walk. "
"Alpine Walking," restricts the wise man.
And of course he's right: even walking can be seen in Bochum. Within two hours you have any foreign convinced of the advantages of the city, on this average rate, we can agree. We applaud the kitchen and service team to thank the wine professor, the Romanian jazz talent to try another number from her Marlene Dietrich-program to persuade and bite on granite. We enter the sacred ground of the city of Bochum. Now with open eyes. But it was dazzled by the splendor of the night itself. Now earn money first. But that, of all places!, It's not so easy in Bochum.
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