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Massaker in Mama Antonijas Garten...Feinarbeit dann morgen...
31. May 2026 · Jadranovo, Kroatien · 1 min read
Massaker in Mama Antonijas Garten...Feinarbeit dann morgen...
Das ist auch suuuupeeeer schön hier...und weitaus weniger Touristen, als zwischen Umag und Rovinji...😂👍😊
Vor fast 15 Jahren hat das nicht mal die Hälfte gekostet 😂
War trotzdem lecker 😋
Mußte nicht mehr tauchen oder ewig schwimmen 😂
Die Holländer sind wirklich ein witziges Volk 😂👍
Auf jeden Fall...Abschied halt 😍
Und jetzt kommen wir hier nicht weg...kein Taxi, kein Uber, kein Bolt,...geografisches Loch 😂
Ne, das ist wirklich witzig 😂
Der Vater von den Holländern hätte uns gefahren, doch die Jungs haben den Autoschlüssel mit zum Angeln genommen 😂
Gott hat Humor und ne Hammer Linke 😂
Das sind Einsitzer...blöde Kuh 😂
Klar, morgen früh um Viere...
Transcript
I love the universe. This is so incredible. So, I had a wonderful evening with Mama Antonia. It was a beautiful farewell dinner. A great evening. Irina, the waitress, who couldn't remember anymore that I had already spent fun evenings with her, dancing and also somehow with Mama Antonia, nevertheless tried everything possible, after we couldn't get either Bolt or Uber or taxi or any guest in any form to get us home, a young man, Damir, who was dining with his girlfriend Iris and his dog Pia, and in fact as the last guest, spontaneously decided to drive us home. What's the background of the whole story is, he has this old Mercedes Vito, really one of the first ones, in front with a sort of three-seat bench, so driver's seat and two normal seats, and the back cargo area converted as a workshop, quickly and casually made available. Sure, with the announcement of somehow getting 30 euros to drive us here to Jadernowe. So we waited patiently, I drank another beer, practiced relaxed with Mama, sporty exercises for the pelvis, because she really has a pelvic tilt, and then climbed into the back cargo area. He laid out some paper for me so it wouldn't get too dirty, and I sat in the back of this panel van with Pia, a female German Shepherd, and Mama Antonia sat in front with Iris and Damir. And the dog wasn't really all that relaxed now. Inside out, I had joy in the momentum, and we drove here. You can see the photo of our arrival. That means, completely relaxed, you're able to follow my arrival. And all in all it's like this, because the whole time we were inside, sitting cross-legged in this workshop van, which, because he repairs boat engines, stank like you wouldn't believe. There was everything in paint and other substances, whatever was even remotely possible. So tomorrow I definitely have a detox ahead of me. And that was pure joy. Beautiful trust. We got home. Mama Antonia is still searching like crazy for her slippers, because she doesn't want to go to bed barefoot with dirty feet. Yet it's called bed linen. I don't understand that at all. And the way it went, so for Mama it was so Shakespeare-like. The two guys who set out without having the idea, the two guys who set out without having the idea of how they'll get back and stand somewhere in the middle of nowhere and find two relaxed people who bring them back. Damir in turn then stands in front of Fränki and says, Dude, what an awesome car. This is just incredible. And I promised him that he would become part of this story, which he has hereby become. And he's looking forward to the fact that when this link exists, Mama will provide him with the link to the website to find out how I'm preparing this story not only for you but also for him. This has hereby happened. So you don't need to worry. The 30 euros on top of the bill weren't necessarily what I expected. Sure, logical. However, I know that the universe intends that when Damir reads the story someday, I would not only redirect the 30 euros from him, in whatever way and manner, back to me. What I wish for you, after my wonderful evening, by the way Mama Antonia laughed a whole lot. A whole lot. And when I just now briefly had her cane in hand, which by the way she didn't have with her today, to say, can we actually throw this away now, she immediately reacted on the inside and said, internally, yes of course, only to then say, no, I might need it again sometime. That's it. That's a question of mindset. The question of thoughts and one's own form of viewing existence in the moment. What do I wish for you? I wish you a life in the moment. In all the joy, in all the beauty, in the awareness of who and what you are, with very, very many positive thoughts, love, peace, joy and pancakes, I'd actually have to say. Of course doesn't mean that. Hey, have fun. Have a restful night. Have wonderful, colorful fairy dreams. And tomorrow a fantastic start to the new week. I hope I'm not wrong about the dates now. I'm looking forward to tomorrow. And thank the universe for this incredible day. Thank you. Big hugs to all of you. See you then.