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First off, all kinds of ( memes )

And now for the real stuff.

Getting down from the roof of that house was the scariest thing I have done in a while. It was not the height, it was trusting that the little rope that is attached to the harness type thingie you're wearing will actually hold you. But I got down alright and received my certificate, so there.

We have been out at the festival yesterday until eleven p.m. and then from nine to 6 today. I got sunburnt a bit, which sucks, but nothing too bad. Kept mostly in the shade today.
Not that there was much. We had temperatures in the 30s (Celsius, of course!) and the sun beat down terribly.

I shot the rifle G3 today, it's heavier than the G36 I have tried before, and it was at the stand for biathlon shooting, so I was lying there on the ground and had to aim at little black disks far away. I ahd five shots (they would have cost a Euro, but the soldier at the desk gave me a slip, told me not to tell anybody and let me pass. I love working here!) and managed to hit two. Which isn't too bad, IMO. The guard told me he had managed the same earlier in the day.
I had a simulated shot with a bazooka. (It was practically aiming over the heads of the people, which is a weird feeling) and managed to hit over a distance of 300 metres. Yay!
And I got to take a ride in a tank. It was terribly dusty, but I was impressed at how fast they can go. (Though it is a bit of a bumpy ride.)

On a less militaristic level, I bought some books from a flea market they were having to collect money for some good cause I forgot. There was some good stuff there which I'm going to donate to my library, but also some stuff for myself. Even a few English books. They had a bunch of romantic love stories of the "You don't want to be seen reading them" variety, but as I was secretely flipping through them to see whether to take one, a guy I know started talking to me so I pretended not to be interested.
Which is rather funny considering that I have likely made a complete fool out of myself yesterday evening. We went to the discotheque (though only two of the guys of the filming crew went with me, the others decided to go home earlier) and M. apparently filmed me dancing.
Now the thing is, I don't really think when I dance. Which means if they're playing Beyoncé's Naughty Girl I might not dance in a way I would like to see on tape. Or would want anybody else to see.
I haven't seen the tape yet but they've been teasing me with it all day, so I guess it must be pretty embarassing.

Otherwise the disco was not too great. Too many pre-teens trying to get laid. Or at least trying to make a few sex-deprived young soldiers horny. I wonder - many of the chicks must have been daughters of soldiers. How do you feel when you sleep with your acquaintance of one night at the disco, and meet your officer at breakfast, who happens to be the father of your underage lover? Ouch.

There was a lot of bitching material there, but nobody to really bitch with. It's not much fun to think up scathing remarks when you can't really tell them to anybody. Made up for that today, though, as some of the guys were in a bitching mood and there was another gal around, the girlfriend of Malte. Who is the guy that calls me "Herrin" (mistress) and pretends to kiss my hand whenever we meet, and who is the perfect person to exchange equivocal comments with.

That is the thing I enjoy most about this place: there are people with a sense of humour that suits my own.

Now it's time to get back to my place and pack my stuff for tomorrow. I still haven't gotten my car repaired, that sucks, but I guess if it lasted that long it will be good for another week. Otherwise - I am a member of the ADAC, the German Triple A. Going to get something for my money.

And boy, am I good. I even worked today. On a SUNDAY!