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And then came the wind. 150 km/h, weekend after week. And you don’t tell me about the conditions. You inviter me to dinner, and hell was over the ground. Will we disappear, that’s no option. In hell, you say to me, there is no options, there is no survival, there is only existens. And when you kill somebody, there is no second death. You say to me that you are a warrior, but I think you are a defekter of impossible thaugts and unbrilliant options.