Dear Kasbohm,
the times is a title that lacks a little of the countenance, otherwise you love me, right? But it is appropriate in any case. And just as necessary.
30,000 German companies bankrupt, under the VW-Porsche in her thumb, Ronald Pofalla, Guido Westerwelle and Dirk Niebel ministerial Frusciante and would get off at the Chili Peppers. Rather, it needs not really be to the bottom line should be noted that 2009 was a crappy year. Or is it? No problem: Dieter Althaus cuts to Pistensau as a young mother, not create it in public to show credible remorse, but that in office until the state election. Tim K. cracks the gun cabinet of his below the brim of his hat and turned armed Papis (presumably with a pencil-thin Pipimann in the pants) in my madness puberty Swabian idyll into a battlefield. Robert Enke is made in Eilvese at Hanover on the local train tracks. VfB Stuttgart left for weeks in the cellar table. I could go on for many lines as follows - and it would remain my personal 2009 or disregarded. I would start there and go, I had to do for weeks in advance. I do not want to bore you with personal and intimate events, Kasbohm. But one thing is for me the very representative of the fact that I can last 12 months of this decade, once on the ass and quite powerful. Namely the fact that I had to sell my Porsche. Nee Kasbohm - I expect not that you can follow as rail and bus passengers, how hard can you do this to my heart. Also is the sale of my favorite back for over 6 years. What does this have to do it with 2009? Now wait Why do not AB.
Earlier this just fading decade was once before a crisis celebrated - compared with this year, although a Kriselchen, but at least there was time for quite a long time, no jobs in the advertising industry. A good year, I could still compensate financially, but then it was scraping the barrel. In my case, to the parked in the garage, a good year after 9-11 so I sat my 911 for sale on the Internet. One of the first prospective Jürgen Egger was from Munich. A director and screenwriter (including "Small sharks"), who looked particularly after a brown Porsche. Because he was right with me. Color Samples car - only twice as painted - in the fawn, year 1983, December Journal Porsche calendar. Because of this slide was a year authorized Porsche and in that time, even on loan to important persons, was when they stayed in Stuttgart, turned those 911 times including Herbert von Karajan for two weeks through the Swabian. Imagine this time a small sigh, Kasbohm.
Now you sell an old Porsche is not in anyone. And such a special and especially not ever. So I was pleased God, that with a Jürgen Egger reported that already in the e-mail conversation made clear that cars were for him far more than a means of transportation. A few days after the first contact he wrote me and said, but from friendly. He had the opportunity to get a friend a targa-model. Also, because his partner drove like to topless. It all read as if he would actually prefer to purchase my car, but what does not do anything special for women. The weeks and months went anyway and I threw in my garage several contemporaries. (One I recommended the purchase of a Golf GTI and threatened additional powerful blows with my jack.)
At one point reported to Jürgen Egger. That would not work with the targa and also at the risk that I considered him completely crazy, he wanted to ask if my 911 still had to have. Two days later, he sat down in Munich on the train - following a middle ear infection he could not fly - and came to Hamburg. Once in the garage, then stood a huge man to touch beaten five minutes before my car before he dared him. With eyes like a little boy in front of the Christmas tree, under which lies a Carrera track. We got along right away, took a test drive (with a greeting from the gearbox, for which he immediately apologized) and he pointed to arriving again almost affectionately with his finger on the roof of the car. "Then let's set up the contract done." No discussion about the price, no haggling unworthy. In my house he was then a relatively long time a few Sinatra photos hanging on my living room wall. "I know," he said, "that is today a very crappy day for you. But when I look around me here, I realize that you have a sense of just how special things. And I can promise you one thing: the penalty is with me in the best hands, "He gave me his business card. A film production company, which went by the name RAT PACK and under his name the best Job title was that I have ever read: Jürgen Egger. Consigliere. Such people must you like. We talked for quite a long time about movies, books and music, drank coffee and smoked to my tiny kitchen. Then he told me the story of a very old electric guitar, which he had a good friend after a year on loan from the cross geleiert and I got another confirmation that my Porsche would have a better new owner can be found. He said it would be an affront and did not ask me why, but he then asked me yet, he still drive the car from the close and complex underground out. We adopted us with a long handshake and just before midnight the same day I received a text message "The 911 has arrived safely in Munich. Best wishes, Egger. "
It's just a few days ago, I phoned my friend from S. C. Because those young lady shares my love for cars, told I told her the story of the sale a few years ago and came to the same idea, but sometimes the internet to see what Jürgen Egger probably drives barely so. I clicked on the first link on Google. At the top stood two rows. Jürgen Egger, born in 1959 in Bamberg, died on 1 July 2009 in Munich n. During the next day phone call I got drunk on purpose.
In his entry on Wikipedia you can see him for a photo with the guitar, which he had told me. And in an obituary of a magazine for which he wrote among other things, the following was mentioned: who got to know Jürgen Egger personally was pleasantly surprised that the so razor sharp and sarcastic formulated almost-two-meter man - only complete with cool sunglasses, Porsche aged and reserved-sonorous voice - an extraordinarily courteous and friendly, yes, contemporary was almost polite. Jürgen Egger died on 1 July 2009 after a long illness. He was not even 50 years old. We miss him sorely. I had know for just a few hours of opportunity, this famous guy. But they've served to determine that you meet in life, thank God, from time to time special people and can look forward to it. Jürgen Egger was one of them. And that he, 2009, at least 40 years died too early, just fits like a glove to the annals of this shit year.
I drink for my part tomorrow night also a drink on him and the good and true things in life. I will then 2009 and all the insults that has done this year personally for me to tilt in a dirty hole, throwing all sorts of debris and fish waste over the last twelve months and then forget about it. Along with the addresses of some figures that I have occupied for too long. Up to Jürgen Egger will remain no memories. This year has not taken place. If someone asks me, I know nothing about it. "2009? Since I was pee straight. "
you a happy new year, Kasbohm. 2010 is terrific. Although I did something similar a year ago stated many times, but this time it's true.
Looking ahead,
your VDL
