I think I´m used to be quite polite, well, this kind of politeness, that´s normal. e.g. I don´t mind to smile, when I´ve destroying thoughts, I don´t care to do smalltalk, when I´m in a hurry and I once enjoyed leading three chinese girls half an hour through my city to find the right bus stop, although I´ve had an appointment with my boss. (Okay, towards my boss that wasn´t very polite, I see)
And my aggressiveness, I´m sometimes talking about, is usually based on politicians, who see no problem in roofers working until 70 or when free market economy means shakeout, shakeout, shakeout.
There´s just one question - ONE - I´m going to hate until I die (from it). The reason is less, that I struggle for words, when trying to reply, but that I just don´t understand the boundedness of my counterpart. I remember the situation, sitting around a table with about 15 friends of mine on the eve, when I got back to Germany after my months in Spain. There it was. I remember it, when I got back from Munich, back from Berlin, back from Vienna (where I had been not just for a visit or vacations). And I remember, that lately I met a friend in front of a supermarket asking me, after four months in Moscow.
I hate it. It´s definitely and for every time a NO GO, when you meet me, so remember:
PLEASE DON`T ASK ME: HOW WAS IT???
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