chapter 3 : the day i hated the most.

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do you guys watch the shaytards? if you don’t, you are really missing out in life. i am still amazed until today, on how such a video without format or drama could be so attractive, it is just pure innocence and fun pouring out of your screen for 15 minutes every day. i have become addicted to it, does it mean that my own life is so sad and pathetic? damn.

in the next issue of the story, we all went to a waterfall somewhere in north-east switzerland, called the ‘rheinfall’. as you might have guessed, it is part of the river rhine that flows all the way from the swiss alps to the netherlands’ coast. it was a beautiful day and weather, we all went there by train, and just as we went out of the train station, we found ourselves on the bank of the river, and we walked alongside it for half an hour, just enjoying the beautiful view of the nature, and of course the girls could not stop taking pictures.

then we arrived on the waterfall, on the opposite bank was a hill with a castle on top of it, in which a wedding was taking place as we were walking around it. it was still very crowded by tourists though. so the best thing was, there were some boats that you can take for a fee, that takes you around the waterfall. we bought ourselves a package ticket, that alllowed us to take some of the most important boat rides. the first boat that we took, brought us onto the island cliff in the middle of the waterfall. it really is a cliff, so you land on the bottom of it, and there is a staircase that you can climb to the top, where you can get a great view and again take more nice pictures. the place is narrow and cramped though, so just be careful if you are there. then the second boat took us on a small round trip tour around the waterfall, at one point the driver drove against the strong tide very near to the waterfall that all the water was spraying and squirting onto us, and it was really fun too.

so, why would such a nice day have such a condescending title right? fuck it man, i bloody lost my f-ing spectacles in this place. so we were waiting for the boat on the dock of the cliff island, and we were looking out to the waterfall, leaning on the railings, because we were convinced that we saw some fishes. and when i thought i saw one, or more precisely, i was trying to bluff the girls that i saw one, i pointed forward with my right index finger which caught the rim of my glasses and sent it flying away into the water. it was the bloody longest half a second in my whole life. i even tried to swim into the water which was like 7 metres away from a waterfall to try to save it, but it was in vain, as the current was too strong and my spectacles was long gone by then. i felt so fucked up. not only because i would not have any good spare glasses to survive me for the rest of the holiday, but also because i really liked that bloody glasses. for once i really felt very comfortable with a glasses, and for once i though my glasses would last for a long time. i guess it is just a curse, that i need to change my glasses every year or so. damn it. i have got a new one by now, right after i got home from the europe roundtrip. i tried hard to find one that really look like my old one and it turned out to be the cheapest there is, of course the feeling is not the same, but the love is now growing between us, we just need to get past the first month of getting-to-know-each-other-phase. so that’s why i hated this day.

moral of the story: do not be a bully or lie too much. fate has its way of coming back at you.

well, it seems that it is dragging rather too long. i will try to post more frequently in the next few days.

cheers. champagne showers.

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