Techtelmechtel

H Herbert Nehrlich Herbert Nehrlich
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Don't ask me please. I do not have a clue, where this word of magic and connotation, blue derives its energy and oh-so-welcome tease. Perhaps it's tragic the spirits who are free float aimlessly, devoid of wings through crowded thoughts and lovely things and ask themselves (as do the elves) where is our home what are the odds that one dumb gnome will spoil the game due to sheer hate who takes the shame when fate is late? The word is, look yes, Techtelmechtel, comes from the time when soldiers, French were occupying lands near that small river called Der Wechtel they had, on hand a bit of time vin rouge for the liver in the evening the Mensch usual wartime demands until time would run out. To this day the word means something special to me it began in my teens and was always a she.

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