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In the week before the last I was on the Baltic Sea island Fehmarn for three days. My buddys Matthias and Sven had persuaded me. We wanted to stay with our tents on a camp site but all places were overcrowded. Although it is forbidden, we took the risk and built up our tents directly on the beach and we had there a lot of fun. The bad picture shows the sunrise from the point of view of my tent.
The water was very cold but I have taken a bath repeatedly every day.
Every evening we have made a barbecue and after this a bonfire. We have drunk a lot of alcohol, talked about the old days and laughed very much. Nevertheless the next shower was very far away and I made me on the way. When I was at our tents again I said this to my friends "I really feel fresh again". I had just expressed this sentence and a seagull shits on my head... Shit happens!
The beach was blotched with pointed stones and this hurt at the feet. After these three days I noticed a thorn in my foot. My foot has swollen up strongly and I must to the hospital for two days.
When we were again at home, we have experienced that a very good buddy died. Erik was epileptic, got an bout and brought down with his head against a radiator. He died of a fractured skull in front of his wife and his baby. He has got only twenty-five years old.
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