"Ladder 49" at the Marines' House

I just came back from the Marines' House in Kololo. I watched "Ladder 49" with houndred (?) other people. I've never thought that there would be some many people. My American colleages picked me up and we were there very early. The doors were still closed but "CD 02 ..." on the number plate worked and we could get in first without being checked (which was good because I forgot my passport...).

The film was sad. Very sad. Too sad for me. My father was a fire fighter and during those films I always realize that I had been very lucky that nothing happened to him during his duty.

I have to admit that there were times, where I could not be close to him because of... several reasons. But time heals all wounds as a directly translated German saying goes. The longer I am away from home and the more days pass by since that horrible November 1997 the more relaxed I become when I meet him.

And the urge to follow in his footsteps is still there. But unfortunately the Berufsfeuerwehr Frankfurt could not accept my application for medical reasons. I really regret this. Well, but being a banker in Uganda is not too bad at all.

Ah yes, and two rows in front of me sat the lady who wanted to have Gummibärchen from me. But the one who likes chocolate was not there. Schade ;-) Ich hoffe, Sie am Wochenende wieder zu sehen. Sie machte Andeutungen, daß Sie was mit mir am Wochenende unternehmen will. Aber vermutlich bin ich wieder zu optimistisch und werde doch nur wieder enttäuscht sein, weil sie nicht anruft und ich sie dann doch mit irgendjemanden sehe. Also sollte ich mir keinerlei Hoffnungen machen und lieber meine Paper über Schumpeter lesen.