Modern Living. Erwin is a neighbor of mine. He is about 50 to 70 years and lives alone in a small apartment on the ground floor front building. Life has taken the good Erwin in recent years on a hard ride. Previously he was a pretty good mechanic, but eventually it went off the shit: no job, wife away, and always this terrible thirst! His nonchalant drinking behavior resulted, among other things, that you had to amputate his right hand punch and the half in front of him in exchange for a chic turtleneck the door presented. This handy vehicle he used only in situations in which we all would like to have something like this: The beer crate transport from the market or if he drinks from the bar at night rotzvoll slides home. Erwin has a small terrace on which absolutely nothing is out of a plastic bag Lidl, which has at some point caught between the wooden planks and since then there funny rattling in the wind. The rest of the terrace is a remarkably thick and uniform layer of dust covered - as untouched virgin snow on Mount Kilimanjaro.
Erwin is a genuinely nice and easy going type. Continuously at cruising altitude, in a good mood and stress-resistant. Coffy it can ever not suffer - and drunk driving wheelchair that is too much for the dog. Erwin is the furious barking but damn him and he tried to pet all the time. Alcohol gives you courage and drunks known nothing happened.
If this now sounds in your ears like an idealized image of earthly existence, I would say, that Erwin's life is not entirely free from worries and troubles. The coal, for example, that he receives from social services for electricity and gas paid, the thirsty, unfortunately, early retirees invest fully into liquid fuels and consequently experienced very early in the evening the nuclear winter in the living room. Technically gifted, but Erwin has the solution to this Problem in the form of a veritable cable drum and the stairwell wall outlet found. Two o'clock, when all (except Uta and me) sleep, the King of Current staggers to the basement stairs and enchanted with a safety plug-click its dark, cold cave into a cozy and warm lights. Every morning at six, when the first enter the stairway, although the changes back into a golden coach profane pumpkin, but then goes, too slowly to the sun and radiates love through Cinderella's blind windows.
Erwin is sometimes a little careless. The other day I was terribly frightened times, I came home at night and when I entered the hall, there was raging at once, such as out of nothing a wild storm of noise, rumbling and bubbling. With a beating heart, I then realized that Erwin was the reel-smuggling in the evening probably too annoying and it was directly plugged in the kettle in the stairwell.
shopkeepers are now angry finger in the air break and point out the facts of the unauthorized misuse of public power, but that's me actually totally a shit as long as the Lord Voltage hut not accidentally sets fire. I have a soft spot for people who have been fucked properly by the fate of bin, plus a generous type, and Erwin'm pretty tired of his solitary candle light at dinner. Rather had I thought about who to take some money for his basic needs of energy on my cap, so to do a good work and to avoid a possible electrical fire. As I said, I had considered. Precisely to the day in the last week when I found my city utility bill for the past year in the mailbox: 1.257 € ARREARS for electricity and gas! ARREARS, AMIGOS! About thirteen hundred eating which I had already paid in advance.
Taking it seriously: The upper floor is never heated and consumers there are only a radio alarm clock. Say, we heat the remaining two will be cooked about 50 square meters, the booth is insulated properly, from the gas bottle, The oven may run twice a month and my hobbies which is really not a replica of the famous particle centrifuges with which I leave for fun in the cellar craft collide protons.
About the shameless greed of the utilities and the collective shrug of all political groups, I would like but do not miss here. Rather, I would say at this point: Erwin, you visionary luster terminal jockey, YOU are EL FUTURO! You are living the "Style of Tomorrow." Electricity is stolen, fuel is pumped and heated private will all burner stove with chopped bus stop shelters. And for that I do not blow the whistle, explain you give me sometime soon, how do you get your cool clothes full Checker.
