Herr M. kann nicht gesehen werden/110703
T., his boy and I let stormy and grey Vienna behind, drove south into the mountains and spent a wonderful sunday afternoon hunting hardfoam-animals. Lost two arrows, broke two but had some good hits despite I was quite uncertain. Did not test my vizor and that felt strange.
We were hungry like a pack of wolves when we came back to the car and devoured one Schnitzel each.