Friday, April 11, 2003. A last chance for Ralf and me to go skiing before this year’s season ends. It seemed that most people had believed the season to be over already. As a consequence, we had the slopes almost exclusively for ourselves.
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Best snow conditions in our private skiing resort. |
Danger’s ahead, so smile while you still can. |
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In the ski lift to the mountain top. |
Wiener Schnitzel for lunch. |
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THE END