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Acknowledgment: I would like to thank "gmbygrl" for the assistance with the translation to English. It was already evening and Dean sat on the porch outside. He stared at the stars and in his lap had the kitten, which purred and belonged to the hotel owner. The kitten named Jimmy with blue eyes, all black except paws and belly, which was pure white. Dean usually don't like him cats, because he has an allergy to their fur, but this one reminded him a little Cas. Dean licked 80% Stroh. He licked, because such a thing cannot drink without it was mixed up with something, like tea. However, Dean wanted to get drunk so quick. "Where's your husband?" said Frau Gabriele, who suddenly appeared next to him sucking a lollipop. "He is at upstairs, he work at ... on the computer. This is a disadvantage if you're an IT expert. You have a lot of money, so ... who can afford such a holiday like this, but you cannot enjoy it," muttered Dean and his German langu...

Zázvor a káva Vyučovací hodina ve škole odpadla, no, stejně jsem pozdě dorazila, ale i tak mě to velmi mrzí, protože co dělat nevím, mí drazí. A tak sedím na prdeli, žvýkám zázvor a čekám zdali, naše profesorka vůbec dorazí a volnou hodinu nám pokazí. Mezitím mí spolužáci, vesele se věnují společné práci, o dadaistické manifestaci. >> předešlý díl >> další díl

Acknowledgment: I would like to thank "gmbygrl" for the assistance with the translation to English. The third day started strangely and continued on even weirder. The second night sleeping Dean had a nightmare. He dreamed about how Lisa had said NO to him in front of the altar, but then she didn't cry and run away without a word of explanation, as was the case in reality, but instead laughed hysterically. "Why should I marry such a poor bastard, who runs around with women. Someone who will be unfaithful to me, someone who never really loved me, because in fact he loves his best friend. He's just too much of a wimp to admit it. Someone who earns barely anything and is using our honeymoon so he could fulfill his dreams. A man clearly surpassed by his younger brother" she mocked him. "I wouldn't cheat you and I don't love Cas," Dean said in his defense. "You don't love him?!" Lisa lifted a mocking eyebrow. "So why did you in...

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Na jazyku veselí v srdci žal Jsem věčný depkař a moc dobře to vím, ale co sakra vy s tím, to mám být snad lhář?! Když není nic pozitivního, tak podle některých nemám psát, pláč obtěžuje, mám se smát, protože se kašle na cokoliv upřímného. A tak křečovitě se na vás usměji, tu lež vám sarkasticky dopřeji. >> předešlý díl >> další díl

Acknowledgment: I would like to thank "gmbygrl" for the assistance with the translation to English. For breakfast there was white bread rolls, salami, ham, cheese, strawberry jam, Nutella, black tea, coffee and orange juice, as it would be throughout their whole stay. Because on the first day they were there it rained, the boys decided to visit the local mines, one of the locks and the gulch. Inside of the mine Historische Kupferzeche am Larzenbach was colder than outside, but at least it wasn't raining there. It wasn't one of the big mines, but had little corridors which could fit only one person. They made their way through the corridors carrying lights, as the tunnels were only sporadically lit, so that the tourists didn't get separated or lost. It was an extraordinary experience for Dean. He loved the dark atmosphere. If Lisa had been with him, the whole time she would have clung to him like a tick. His ex-almost wife suffered from mild claustrophobia and for...

Střípek lítosti a smíření Nenávidím! Nenávidím svojí majitelku! Klíče zarachotily v zámku. Otevřely se dveře a začala houkat zabezpečovačka. Již přichází. Teď odkóduje, hodí svou tašku na botník, zavře dveře, přezuje se a vrazí do svého pokoje. Usilovně se snažím vymyslet, co provedu tentokrát. Jsem génius. Nejchytřejší věc v jejím bytě, avšak zanedbává mě. Na mém monitoru a mezi knoflíky na klávesnici se mi hromadí vrstvy prachu. Stojím v rohu pokoje na starém stole. Připadám si tak odstrčeně, a proto mě tak bolí, když nemohu nic vymyslet, jak se jí dnes zase pomstím. Jestliže je možné, aby člověk nenáviděl věc… Tak ho nenávidím! Je střední velikosti, celý zahalen v černé barvě s bílými nápisy na klávesnici, kdo by si ho nekoupil, krasavce? No dobrá, nebudu předstírat, dostala jsem ho darem k narozeninám, to však neznamená, že by se mi nezamlouval. Černá a bílá je fajn kombinace a já už dlouho toužila po svém vlastním počítači. Kdybych však věděla, co mi bude provádět za psí kusy, zů...