Angst

The other day I asked my son to take the walk to his piano lesson on his own since I had work to do. About fifteen minutes within the lesson the teacher called me that he wasn’t there. My son is very reliable so I immediately expected him to have misunderstood something and I started to check all likely ports of call. There I met a lot of persons who projected their Angst on me and found myself in the need to console them – although I was the one to be troubled.

Finally, my son’s been found at my wife’s workplace.
As he was told to, of course.

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This entry was published on 11. January 2017 at 16:59 and is filed under motion, politics. Bookmark the permalink. Follow any comments here with the RSS feed for this post.

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