The food tasted as it came once again from the caterer. Only the deli antipasto in the colors of Germany saw a bit of disgusting. The Seiffert were friends of my mother, what they did professionally, no one knew. At least I did not. Jochen Berghoff was a labor and Golf colleague of my father, his wife was, unfortunately, David was visibly angry and, as I also could not help laughing. The Berghoff's had brought Daniel, her 13 year old son who just had a lot of acne on his face as he bugged me with his pubescent Rumgejanke. Worse were the only two girls of Seiffert, both stuck around five years old and coarse on the princesses trip, as Paris Hilton and Victoria of Sweden together. Everything was like a storybook, only that I lacked the talking animals, to free myself from this situation. Instead, I flirted with the beer on the table. However, I had my self-imposed a strict ban because if I continue to forfeit to me in my situation with my parents, I have only the choice to sleep under the bridge or jumping from it.
"Mom, why are there all so dark," asked one child. "Because in Africa, the sun seems so much," answered Mrs. Berghoff. "The good Lord does indeed seem to be the sun in Africa, but that there is so little to eat," she added. "And because Dirk Niebel's development minister," I added and got a kick under the table. I could not identify if my father or my mother had come after me, so I defended myself all in: "At some point must Children learn but that the world is not all kitty Lillifee and love God. " Another kick, this time it was certainly Mrs. Berghoff. Before the game began, heard the national anthem and everyone was in the round clearly busy finding out whether singing along was appropriate or not. Until my mother finally leaning the wrong text and voice broke the silence and at least the older generation entrainment. I clasped his hands above his head: And should I be embarrassed?
The men moved closer to the TV set and gave up their drinks. The small Seiffert was just pissed about his drinking ban, as I mine. The women were whispering in the background while they tried to get drunk on spirits and mixed drinks. "There are really many blacks here," said my mother laid quietly. "The World Cup is also in Africa," said Ms Seiffert. "It sometimes even more Negroes in the German National Team," broke in Mrs. Berghoff and showed expertise: "This Asamoah has since also plays for Germany. Maybe he was deported. "The pubescent Clerasilgesicht had to play the course, the Enlightenment and Dagmar teach.
When I was on the way to the toilet on the fridge over, I stopped for two minutes, my drinking ban and drank two pints. Then I went poo. It was glorious. Some time later I was called back by an Torschrei. This is followed by a "Ohhh," because the scorer was wearing a black shirt and black hair, a "Ahhhh" when in turn it was clear that this was a player for Germany. is
Before the game after the game and after the game is before the game. In the usual way, I secretly swiped a few bottles and then took my leave of the company. My mother was obviously very relieved that this time her son had brought no shame on the family and awarded it by a bit of cash.
for the valuable money order to save the bus, I had to take me on a motorcade, at times even danced on the back of a pick-up truck next to two 17 year old liberal and puke at the end of the ride over a large area behind the hood of the moving vehicle. Germany, the oversized flag that was curious about is, most have been intercepted.
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