On that day, it rained so much in St. Gallen. Sankt Jakob-Strasse was flooded. I was staying at a hotel owned by a dear friend. I was at the reception asking the receptionist to order me a taxi when the first few drops started to plunder. I had just finished eating but had no timeContinue reading “über daring”
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Beisan's Burble 