Ok maybe its not tooo bad here

I should shut up, stop whining over a "little snow and ice" on my car some mornings. If I found my car/ street like that I would emigrate within a second.


The 0ther days I almost started cryinng out of ange when my car was hiding under ice & I had no gloves with me = lost feelings in extrenal figer limbs while hacking through the ice and frozen snow. My collagues got ONE warning they met me: " I'm grabing some thing to eat" I said with clenched jaws and stiff walking towards the gasstation. When I came back downing my yoghurt, cinnamon roll and Red bull You kinda almost with care dared to speak to me.



Not quite sure how many times during this time period (40 min) I told them how much I hate Sweden and was wondering what the F**k am I doing in this Godforsaken country still!!



And ohyhea the street was just like an iceskating rink so I almost fell n my ass countless times standing next to the car hacking away. Instead of walking like an egyptian I walked like a bloody penguin with back prorblems.

photo: Leman lake switzerland