Birgit, the bumble bee
Luck must have been on the Wolf's side. Following my father's wish, Birgit should be a boy .. a futureless outlook for the Wolf and me...
I was born on a warm, sunny day in 1960, and my father was as proud as could be (although he would have preferred a boy, honestly speaking).
|In front of the "Adlerhof" (1965)
In front of the "Adlerhof" (2004) click here
Important events throughout 1960 (besides my birth)
In contrary to the wolf I was forced to go to school at the age of 6. My mother would have loved to keep me one year longer at home but the school doctor showed no mercy. And I was strong enough to make it! I took it with any boy in my age...
School time made my life a misery: too little time for hobbies such as playing around, getting laid with friends and smoking on the sly (later). The only thing I really enjoyed at school was holidays, trips to the school camp and .. mathematics. Yeah, me bumble-bee loved extracting a root.
2009 At the school camp 1972
Later in my life the ups and downs of life brought me to the search of an apprenticeship training position. I placed my first application at a marriage bureau, but never recieved an answer from them. Pity. I would have loved being a procuress. In the end, what am I doing now? I'm in charge for the "results" of the matchmaking!
|Lunch time in the office|
I have often felt wanderlust in my life and I have been on my way through many countries up to now..
So, what's still missing? Okay. What do I do in my spare time? Well, I do not pound boys no more. Nowadays I take care for my wolf. I love cooking together with him. We even eat up the results!
If I can spend the time I am hooked on reading - mostly in our vacancies. I prefer really old books, for example books written by Ken Follet. Give me a good book and I am happy for the rest of the day!
Please don't let us talk about sports ... more or less regularly spinal exercises, a bit of walking, sometimes biking tours [app. once a year :-)]. Plus - of course - skin diving which is frankly speaking hardly possible in Dusseldorf.