The last time I am again totally depend on. Within three weeks I have my two bikes stolen in the middle of winter, I do have my suspicions. For a professional bike thief steals definitely not like that an old bike that I got three weeks away. That was an old Bianchi road bike from the eighties, it was behind the house and had a flat front and back. Such a wheel I do not steal it, but that makes no sense. I'm taking a risk but not so fucked up for a bicycle, as I go but to the bosses, and getting a 2,000-euro wheel. The bike did have a wonderful Shimano 600 / Ultegra equipment, but still. I'm stuck on this wheel, so good as I've driven 35,000 km in ten years.
On Friday, my new road bike was gone, which had been locked in the house. There they are also always other bikes, but have probably never been anyone interested. Now I guess I just have to make again no way cycling. And I can open up to me, especially as Hartz IV recipients in any way another road bike. Do not exist below 300 € and this is a small fortune for me.
Before I can buy a bicycle, I have to pay another 100 € insurance for my motorcycle, my phone bill is overdue and 60 € for a week and it's not even mid-month. Life as Hartz IV recipients is simply beautiful, and in any case, I have much free time and no money so what to do. In any case, you learn for life, for sure. What can you tell me everything from consumer goods, I am so unaccustomed to this is me so no matter. Vacation? Did I make during my work at Telekom can not. So, if you will live a life must be shit, then it craps on work because with work I have no more money, because the future of the labor market will be, except that all managers, freelancers are vegetating on the subsistence level, even if they work full time.
me get her any more, I'm sick Sun so full, I've lost my family, I have worked for seven years and keep depression shit like this, I sit alone at home and look stupid. Or I write such a shit, like now, good for nothing, entirely misses everyone. I can not print the Posting and either wipe my butt or nail me the paper under the desk, which both have the same zero effect. I see clearly and exactly the German reality and for me is cruel and dead, because I'm difficult to clear. This lack of interest in anything other than fast to get to coal, even if it's blood money. Who can cheat the other better and faster, the successful. Throw your morals overboard and you will survive, all the rest leads to spiritual destruction.
How can I get out of it? Not with an average boring job, for my life outside of any work is so laaaangweilig because I need the work already in the balance. I could perhaps rumrutschen on his knees and beg that I may return again to the family. But I can not do, because I am a lion, is not begging, but the screams and calls. There is no other and it will probably no longer be found today, the subordinated to shout at and found wanting. I will stay alone, anschweigen my four walls, look rubbish on television, rubbish post, read nonsense and are slowly getting boring, always hunched over, always resigned. There are of course no one can understand that, if one is in there in the reality that you will not come with tons of any drugs as more can get out.
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