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A relative calmness has returned. On accident causes to think I did not have to. This was clear from the beginning. It is only the photos were missing from the scene, which I now looked at me in silence.

The main two images have become something. One showed the ground, the second that I had acted intuitively correct, as nothing more could be saved.

results The desire for mountain driving from the brutal acceleration uphill, you can enjoy every minute, from choosing the right line and curve speed relative to tire type and temperature, road surface, road gradient, turning radius, length, the available space and influx rate. The braking point set and then the brutal brakes, just no meter to give away too much, is geade when traveling downhill on serpentine as parachuting, in which, in very short intervals through the accelerator is skipped and the rip cord, pull the very last moment of celebration - usually suggests a one . No room for contingencies.

In my "case" pulled the ripcord.

What are already pensioners driving crutches such as ABS, ASR, ESP and EMP (no, that was something else) to just switch to Erik's ingenious system, the brakes after detecting an overload. This system worked perfectly. Suddenly, no pressure in the system, and the steel with such a consequence that even rapid pumping brought nothing more. I had indeed been at Buell several times before, but always notice.

The right-hand bend was rapidly approaching.

As later as a child on a bicycle, practiced by Enduro for shortening the stopping distance on gravel and of course to produce brutal noise and dust, blocked I pressed the brake and the rear wheel to the left outside in order to pursue possible to the side and not head. to take on the very last groove, the curve would have been possible only with the originally planned Brutal braking. Larger radius was not because he was extremely generous basis of the level because of lack of oncoming traffic. So at least sideways inside the fence.

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Episode 7: Episode 6

Although it is only Saturday, is thought Houdini, but we grab him once already dispatched one. Then we have no more trouble, if Monday is the post.

rings in the corner of a telephone. Mine. Embarrassing, but one should make in hospitals. It brings me. Ralf from Dusseldorf turn: "Well, how are you?" - "They're just Get in plaster.". It

thick chunk of plaster were taken from the vat, the bones hinsortiert somehow and X-rayed again. Then the lover was mediated gently that it all is over and I am on the road to recovery JURISDICTION. And I was not even on the way to the hospital room.

Then came the now but still reusable clothing together with the tank bag (be careful Full of electronic tools and toys!) Into a large garbage bag and I got together with him in the elevator and from there into the room. Patient transfer is very painful. This worked without a will walk again to the side. Click-clack of the drip, clamped a long mercury thermometer at least not seen in the armpit. Many nurses scurried around, pretty multi-culti, but all only Italian speaking (probably Filipino, Thai and Romanian).

I still have my cell phone, PDA and can give Digiknipse. TV was, of course.

Italian TV is torture. Even if you do not look. Stripped voices enter into the blow by blow on the following shows and overwhelm actually only with mutual compliments. My bed unfortunate neighbor who had just 4 fingers milled off, I did not take the joy.

Looking for Out the window. There you have pushed a large postcard in the window opening. In the foreground two larch (not birds), followed Dolomites panorama with snow on the peaks. The postcard has even been replaced several times daily, which was recognizable by a different light - and even infinitely!

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The Case: Episode 5

where we had a doctor who spoke a little German, fortunately, very restrained - almost cool - and was probably descended from the Persian or Arab culture. Let's call him Houdini. He

, three sisters from all over the world and the caretaker were in the semi-dark around me and knocked all times. Because only when tapped onto left leg the smile faded from my face (my face, I could scream!), it was clear that, having trousers and boots down. I made with the fingers as a sign that they should cut everything after the "snap a pair of scissors, which was indignantly rejected. bomb-proof, and the left boot was still sitting -

four Velcro and two zippers open. As you drag, I could feel the broken bone pieces apart and set back the hectic scissor movements. NO!

turning but also did not work. The foot shot with you. So the sister slipped her small Thai hands in the boot and levered out the foot.

It also refused to cut his pants. Probably not a bolt cutter was at hand. My old part! has protected me already 12 years, consists really thick leather mammoth or so, once was black, but in places where lots of sun and little leather fat got there, it's more gray. They did with their protectors a wide hip, knee, hard shells of the Enduro range and big fat Greaves times were adapted and sutured. The thing with the large stable Daytonas saved me quite safely from serious knee joint injuries and foot.

Merkt's you, never without leather trousers and a back protector!

While I was in gratitude melted away from my ugly pants, she was already down.

Now the photos. The older gray coat with the large black-rimmed Kulleraugenbrille lived well below the X-ray Empire. So it was no longer the caretaker. He pushed me into his laboratory and said the bumping, straightening, Plattenhinlegen, germ cells covering and switch bodies only, "oh, oh!" - No other word. Extremely slow, deliberate movements with remarkable long observance of sequences. I believe that no one is allowed inside - only he can operate the equipment, he also makes himself clean, she waits, and if he sometimes bring his mother flowers need no one breaks the bone.

Back in the treatment room Houdini and I saw the X-ray recordings. "Operation!" he said. As a layman I would have said. "Where?" he asked. I do. "Matter". He: "Then better ADAC in Germany." All right.