Sometimes, life can be quite fast. One event is followed by the other leaving only seconds in between to take a break. This is quite the essence of what my life is like at this very moment.

After my host brothers said their good-byes, I was rushed into this whole Red Cross training (for being an ambulance man) and, heck yes, that is intense. Trust me on that one, after 10 hours* of CPR, how to put a band-aid on somebody’s upper arm and hygiene lectures (not to mention the exhausting car wash experiences) I felt the sudden urge of going to bed, resting up and shutting down.

Not to mention the devastation conclusion that comes along with turning 19 (10 January). Dealing with this during a prom night seemed quite appropriate.

On the one hand I felt slightly burned out (I went to bed at 7 pm last Wednesday; just to give you an idea of my exertion), but on the other hand: IT FEELS GOOD TO MEET NEW PEOPLE. So hey you, Zivi comrades out there rescuing people**.

Ugh, finally I made it and published another post. I was blogging deprived. No kidding. And I sympathize with your philsblogging.com deprivation. Poor lieber Reader, you haven’t come across with a lot of posts lately, have you? Sorry for this hole. If you feel like your life was incomplete, here is the solution: You suffered from a lack of philsblogging.com posts.

*Interrupted by hourly laughing attacks, fits of laughing and bursting into tears because of comical characters in the training lessons. I can put that in here, since I am quite positive that the person refered does not speak English that meets philsblogging.com standards.

**All of a sudden you feel urged to rescue people and you develop this sense for getting excitement out of driving with the ambulance with Sondersignal (flashing blue lights)