Tiny question to billionaires

Gosh. No post for a couple of days.

And the stories lying on the street (at least this is what the avarage young would-be journalist will once, twice, thrice etc. been told in the beginning of what he's very probably sure will become a great career.

Three months ago I would not know how to spell shornalist, and today already I am one, eh?

Wow, ... writing German I could go on and on and on ...

Now did I decide to not blogging in German.

Thus, my fault, hm?

Ha ha ha.

Anyway. All this just to tell that there's much to learn about life when - after having rubbed her neck, back and knees with oinments - listening to a woman without teeth.

You're smiling? You don't believe?

Alright. But one example: You can be a billionaire. However, what do your billions help when you can't go on toilette?

The peace of the night.