pre-loading, after all, they made yet. Let's call it Max, the medic, and Maurice, and Zivi FSJler.
We found ourselves back at the service entrance. Moritz ranked inside the red-yellow VW bus with high roof and "ADAC repatriation" label. It reeked of a broken refrigerator.
I was pushed inside, Max lounging in the armchair companion and down we went. In the first curve of the foot, including plaster fell to the left. Ouch! Max placed the heavy plaster-work of art straight. I had the note in the ears that the leg should be elevated and cool. Max put a soft cushion underneath. OK, 8mm, it was higher now, but the more unstable. A splint to elevating was not on board. And why, "said Max Man had told him it would fetch only a bad foot. Otherwise he would have invited such a thing for granted. He tried to tame the flying around with a plaster ceiling - in vain.
Then he opened the first time a tupperware box and spooned his second breakfast - cauliflower salad. For me was the unpleasant smell of cabbage. The Garmin and telephone were in range. Garmin said that we drive north, probably to about Brixen Bruneck. No relevant passports, but many curves that could bend the leg to the left and right.
Things are looking up. The higher we got, the warmer it got. Max noted that the air conditioner blows out only warm air. So that was the broken refrigerator odor.
View on the GPS: Only 20 km to the Brenner motorway. Look to the ambulance heaven: a bold plan. "That's' ne old cart, shows itself, and air conditioning in the bucket." Max: "No, it has a half years old but already has 577,000 kilometers down.". Oops, how to create 1000km per day? Max falls asleep again, I think the cast, meanwhile convulsively itself.
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