I will blog intensive information about Dublin tomorrow, but for now I simply need a proper medium to express my deepest feelings to you… No good news on a otherwise perfect day in Dublin: Some jerks smashed the rear-window of my car! Right, the rear window… the expensive one… the 440 Euro window…. THIS IS NO FUN ANYMORE! Sadly enough that my vocabulary does not know enough expressions for hate, disgust and non-understanding, so that I could provide you with a colorful picture of what my feelings are about this kind of people, smashing the next-best window of a German car for their grandpa told them once that Germans are bad, and then not even stealing anything! Do these people have the slightest idea how a soaking-wet backseat smells and how long it takes to dry that? Do they know how much hazzle it triggers when you have the worst weather on the whole planet of the last 12 years and a broken window, all that while not even being in the country? Do they care one bit about the financial damage they cause? -I really try to be open-minded and not to make prejudices too soon, but after stolen license-plates, tons of spit on the windows, chewing-gum on the alloys, peanut-butter (!) on doors and windows, scratches in the finish, stolen antenna, and now this topper of a broken rear-window I really begin to hate! “Hate is mine”, or like in Gladiator “I will have my vengeance!” … or better “VNV - victory, not vengeance”? I dunno yet, but should the day come when the certain drop causes the vat to spill over, then I will put a great deal of creativity in it! — Luckily, there are people like Nina, Christoph and Kilian, who help you out in these situations and take care of your problems while you’re on holidays. Once again, big big thanks to you, IOU!