Hans was thinking about a relation which he had heared last of months ago...someone he was really missing...a certain one he was really loving from the bottom of his heart.
Thinking about this made him feel more secure...in his imaginary view, with closed eyes he was able to see her...
A blond maid; cold, yet so tempting, able to seduce a man's mind with only a wink...
It was...
A cold, big glass of original Rheinbeer.
Still whisteling with closed eyes and walking down the path, it was a good image to have in your head while walking into the unknown.
Though, the warm breeze he was feeling the last couple of steps was not warm enterily anymore...in fact, his right hand was freezing cold...and somehow wet. Noticing that, he opened his eyes to see if he was lying in mud again...
but what the heck.
Hans could not believe it: He was holding a half-full glass of beer in his hand! And it was most certainly best Rheinland Brew; this smell is unique!
Doing the same thing like with the flower, he was wondering if it felt real as well...
Fresh, clean beer was running through his sore throat...what a taste.
