* Bruno Ganz (1941)
(Swiss actor - The Ignoramus and the madman, The Marquise of O. , knife in the head, the fake, Wings of Desire, Downfall)
A strange weather was again today, but not only here in Marburg, including during Premier League game Bolton vs Man City (and in the other five games, and I understand from the pictures).
Here in Marburg, I'm about 8 clock stood in bright sunshine, had breakfast comfortably, and then trying to squeeze the last sentence of the last translated practice exam but still reasonable in German, without the given grammar even neglecting too much - I have not really succeeded, and I have therefore been waiting with drawn-head on Roland's biting commentary. Anyway, I'm putting myself at about 11 clock toward the post office to buy a package and various envelopes for the pending transactions in the coming week. At the sight of human snake that wound through the entire post-interior, I wondered, however, whether the Marburg have to do a whole is not something better on Saturday afternoon than to go to the Post - the puzzle will probably forever an unsolved . remain
was still bright sunshine, and I soon regretted it, attracted the jacket to have. But back in the little flat, I suddenly saw big drops on the window clap, while I again went to a ciabatta bread with everything blazes fridge so. Rain, sleet and sun alternated from then about every 5-10 minutes in funny order.
16 clock began the game in a weather situation, the designated commentators with a beautiful sunny day - you saw it too. The first corners were difficult to implement, as all really in the sun and watched the whole thing was practically meaningful free. A completely different picture presented itself from the start of the second half. The first camera position at the resumption of the live broadcast to the congenial Korean half-time analysis was to look at the stands, which were due to heavy sleet before the lens is not really visible. I remembered immediately to the summer storm last year when we were a Monday were surprised happily kicking a similar weather phenomenon - though we did the choice of whether we play or us first time should assume for the duration of the storm. This election did not have the PL-kicker. Relentlessly to the referee whistled the play, while the graupel grains still funny faces and in clapped on his arms and legs of the players. In the course alternated here sleet, snow and sun off quite comfortably in their presence on the field.
Why do I have now described in such detail? It's simple: There were no doors that could have been describing - just a point for City, on the way to still hoped for European competition was probably too little, but given the hardness of the game, one must at least be grateful that There were no further casualties.
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