Goodbye Alex

After work, Sascha and I went climbing, like we do ever Friday. Only this time, I started bleeding because the wound from last Monday opened up again. Now I need to ask my mom how to get blood off my climbing bag. It didn't hurt at all, but it wouldn't stop for 15 minutes. When it stopped at last, I didn't dare to climb again, for fear of leaving smudges.

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When I came back from climbing (and took a shower and cleaned my finger), I headed straight on to Alex' farewell party. He quit his job (which shows that he's a smart boy) and will be working near Nürnberg. Nicer place and probably more money, too. There's nothing special to say about the party, except that it was quite good, I got marginally drunk and wouldn't stop talking and that I didn't get home before 3 in the morning. Hooray for sleeping in.
On the way to Alex, I walked through the park. It's great to be a boy and to be able to walk through a park at nighttime without fear. Otherwise, I couldn't have overheard what this one teenager said to another. He said "My mom has blood pressure B minus, which is why they want her to donate. Only ten percent of the white population has blood pressure B minus, and when you get the wrong blood, you get blood cancer or how that is called." (And no, I didn't confuse the words pressure and group. He did. That's the point.)