Die Weisheit des Lebens besteht
im Weglassen des Unwesentlichen.
(Laotse, 604 V. Christi)
It was a dog bite that started it all, when I was almost three years old it was a very traumatic experience for me. With my mother I was on the way to a bank, she gave in to my begging to be allowed to wait outside - a dog on a leash attracted me magically. My mother still warned me not to get too close to the dog, but as soon as she turned her back on me I fell around his neck. The animal bit powerfully - in my left cheek. Half of the cheek was hanging down, I was screaming very strong, when my mother came running, some bank clerks in tow. I don't remember exactly what happened after that. Only that I was hospitalized and the wound was sewn.