Hallo!
Hab jetzt länger nichts mehr von mir hören lassen, hatte in letzter Zeit ne Menge zu tun.
Na ja, hab auf jeden Fall mit meinem Vater gesprochen. Er hat es auch nur von meiner Mutter gehört und findet die ganze Sache auch etwas merkwürdig. Er konnte sich auch nicht vorstellen, wie die schwere Tür seines Hobbykellers einfach aufgehen soll, da er immer dafür gesorgt hat, dass diese Tür geschlossen ist. (Irgendwas mit der Heizung die auch in dem Raum untergebracht ist... keine Ahnung) Auch, dass der Bewegungsmelder anging konnte er nicht erklären. Er hat ihn extra so eingestellt, dass der angeht, wenn man entweder auf der vorletzten Stufe der Treppe ist oder einen Schritt aus der Tür gemacht hat.

Darf ich mal fragen was es mit diesen Spontanentladungen auf sich hat? Was ist das genau und wie funktioniert das ganze. Das hab ich noch icht so genau verstanden....

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Mit dem Wissen wächst der Zweifel

Hi,

sicher kann ich versuchen, es Dir zu erklären.
Ich, z.B. gehören zu den Menschen, die, wenn sie über längere zeit Wur, Zorn,........ aufgestaut haben, alle Glühbirnen im Umkreis kaputt machen. Ich muß daher nicht mal wirklich in der direkten Umgebung ein.
Es soll Menschen geben, die zu viel mehr in der Lage sind. Meist entläd sich das einmal mit einem Knall, die Personen fühlen sich hinter etwas besser da sie es wie ein Ventil genutzt haben und dann, bis zum nächsten Mal.
Dabei ist es den Personen nicht einmal bewußt, das sie dafür verantwortlich sind. Ich hab sehr lange dafür gebraucht, um rauszufinden, was meine Wut,..... bis den kaputten Glühbirnen zu tun hat.
Das Gefühl ist einfach wie, man hat eine zu enge Hose an und blötzlich platzt der Knopf.

Wie das geht, weis bisher noch keiner so genau aber man nimmt an, das es sich dabei um Telekinese handelt.
Gruß
Michi

I have a friend who must be the sweetest, shyest person in the world. His name is brittle and ancient (Luke), his age modestly intermediate (forty). He is rather short and skinny, has a thin moustache and even thinner hair on his head. Since his vision is not perfect, he wears glasses: they are small, round and frame-less.

In order not to inconvenience anyone, he always walks sideways. Instead of saying 'Excuse me', he prefers to glide by one side. If the gap is so narrow that it will not allow him to pass, Luke waits patiently until the obstruction -- be it animate or inanimate, rational or irrational -- moves by itself. Stray dogs and cats panic him, and in order to avoid them he constantly crosses from one side to of the road to another.
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He speaks with a very thin, subtle voice, so inaudible that it is hard to tell if he is speaking at all. He has never interrupted anybody. On the other hand, he can never manage more than two words without somebody interrupting him. This does not seem to irritate him; in fact, he actually appears happy to have been able to utter those two words.
My friend Luke has been married for years. His wife is a thin, choleric, nervous woman who, as well as having an unbearably shrill voice, strong lungs, a finely drawn nose and a viperous tongue suffers from an uncontrollable temper and the personality of a lion tamer. Luke -- you have to wonder how -- has succeeded in producing a child named (by his mother) Juan Manuel. He is tall, blond, intelligent, distrustful, sarcastic and has a fringe. It is not entirely true that he only obeys his mother. However, the two of them have always agreed that Luke has little to offer the world and therefore choose to ignore his scarce and rarely expressed opinions.

Luke is the oldest and the least important employee of a dismal company that imports cloth. It operates out of a very dark building with black-stained wooden floors situated in Alsina street. The owner -- I know him personally -- is called don Aqueróntido -- I don't know whether that is his first name or his surname -- and he has a ferocious moustache, is bald and has a thunderous voice. He is also violent and greedy. My friend Luke goes to work dressed all in black, wearing a very old suit that shines from age. He only owns one shirt -- the one he wore for the first time on the day of his marriage -- and it has an anachronistic plastic collar. He also only owns one tie, so frayed and greasy that it looks more like a shoelace. Unable to bear the disapproving looks of don Aqueróntido, Luke, unlike his colleagues, does not dare work without his jacket on and in order to keep this jacket in good condition he wears a pair of grey sleeve-protectors. His salary is ludicrously low, but he still stays behind in the office every day and works for another three or four hours: the tasks don Aqueróntido gives him are so huge that he has no wow gold chance of accomplishing them within normal hours. Now, just after the don Aqueróntido cut his salary yet again, his wife has decided that Juan Manuel must not do his secondary studies in a state school. She has chosen to put his name down for a very costly institution in the Belgrano area. In view of the extortionate outlay this involves, Luke has stopped buying his newspaper and (an even greater sacrifice) The Reader's Digest, his two favourite publications. The last article he managed to read in the Reader's Digest explained how husbands should repress their own overwhelming personality in order to make room for the actualisation of the rest of the family group.