While the English one read “The Marital Disconnect!…”
… I, however, don’t think that marriage is a risk factor. I believe that unprotected sex is a risk factor. And it is a risk factor during marriage, and before, and after.
With joy and anxiety I report my gargling with salted water days are over. So is the movie marathon. Apparently I won’t have to take too much Tantum Verde (it contains E104 and E132!) anymore. In no time I am back to my procrastination slash over tasking. I am so stuck in my ways I am tempted to call them my tracks. Like in train or tram rails. To the point that similar situations at different moments in time generate the same thoughts.
While being sick and silent I could hear amazing things. It’s not revelations, but afterall I do inhabit an apartment in a resonating block of flats. Such as the rain, the water draining through the pipes, the doors, my neighbours’ TV, children, stomping, and piano. Yes, I am fortunate. I share my living quarters with a future virtuoso. How many of you can say the same?
And Co.
One of the advantages of being sick is that, apart from a running nose, you can run a movie marathon. And that’s without breaking a sweat. If you’re lucky and have no fever, like I am.
Therefore these are my recommendations: The Lives of Others, To Kill a Mockingbird and Transporter 2. Each I have enjoyed for a different reason.