Injured and bored, I decided today to write my first blog. I had an Achilles tendon rupture a few days ago, and I am now sitting around at home. I think this is an important period in my life, and I would like to tell the world about it, because I feel that this period has a vital influcnet on world history. Furthermore, my observations from the view of an injured - Biblical history would call it: a lepard - are intended to revive the intellectual debate, ravaging the European continent for centuries, about the cyclical versus the linear view of history. So my blog aim to give this epistemological scism some new vigour.

In nomini patris, at filiis at spiritu sancti, amen.

Basically, having an Achilles tendon rupture sucks. You are completely dependent on your crutchets, and there is literally nothing, zero, nada you can do yourself. Steets are getting incredibly long, and things are so painful to do, especially since I have to carry my fat body (I weigh 155 kilogrammes) on 2 crutchets all the time. Imagine ---- 2 crutchets. Those poor little things. Anyway, a funny observation is to see people look at you - or not. It seems that people - who, by the way, in Switzerland, are incredibly prone on looking at you (its part of the Swiss xenophibic mentality) - try to avoid to look at you, as if they would feel ashamed ...