The weather does clear the infantry. Time for a list of complaints to the tiniest Fortuna Grämonia, the most insignificant among the Schicksalsschicksen:
- Man wasting no parking space for a übrflüssige fire service access (no need, because next door is the same one used as a fire department entrance driveway)
- creates Man (as a deus ex machina), no molds, because they are not of use
- Man has to create (as a university) without bureaucratic stumbling blocks before the stolid feet dreamy then changing wannabe academics
and finally
- One does not write posts about marginalia of discomfort, just to kill the lively time. Circuit closed at the end of the story.
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