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surprises elsewhere

Last week has passed before my eyes the following situation:
known, is currently Christmas market in Bremen, which is another reason to keep me from the superiors and Sögestrasse away. However, I have to go to the bank and is now at Domshof times and I needed something from the Saturn. I remained so for now nothing left. However, I would prefer to postpone the action for the morning and after work. So it happened that I was there and other people felt more uncomfortable than I do this in our region has been mostly otherwise do. On receipt of Loydpassage sat an older man and begged a man. The man, as expected in the shopping hell, there is casual, dressed, had his daughter while still quite young. The ass was nothing, but he would have me but can sometimes really surprise you. I wümschte then that his daughter had seen it, that at least I did something. For these words she addressed to her Father: "Dad? Why can not the man for anything more from your money? "After he clumsily:" You do not Vesteh "Many good things fall
me now that I go to the past like the daughter addressed huh , tte. With the father I would have no desire to talk now. He does not understand.
Whereupon I made up my mind to grasp my thoughts on the situation in words but mostly about my theories why, are from children who know more solidarity, social values sometime sad-looking adults.
But I hang with my thoughts in the air. I understand that simply not.
pleased because another such closing time today. If it does take quite a lot of people their anger on the street. So you realize again that you are not alone in his anger and knees, when a teenager dies in Greece by the gun of a policeman.
Additionally, it contains many more impressions and situations in recent times, the surprise me and from which I, whether negative or postive, a lot can draw energy.
Even when the day begins with the fact that when you close the door on his way to work, called by his father, who did not miss their leaves me in constant intervals to disappoint. I can still turn with a smile on my cigarette, and go on. This then was the day the night before, beautiful enough to compensate for that. Not really, because my father to be disappointed in me do not be surprised, therefore hurt more. I also continuously doing research not to be surprised when I can relax in congenial company a sleepy Sunday with a cocktail, which helps me only Monday morning after getting up to walk the streets with a smile. That surprised me but then again.
I now use my energy to continue to surprise to care, only then somehow makes my life fun.