Haselnuss-Schnitten

Addictions are not bad: they're worse. Some cannot give up smoking, others drinking and some (fewer, though I wouldn't bet anything on it) working. My addiction is this:

I cannot stop eating Hanuta. I try hard not to buy them, but they just keep popping up in my life, out of nowhere, and then there's nothing left to me but to buy them whenever this happens. Back in my old times in Saarbrücken, it was usually in 12-packs. They didn't last longer than two days. That was bad. That was very bad. I had to spend at least an hour in the gym to compensate it and this happened twice a week, me spending an hour in the gym. When summer came I have up aerobic and instead took up jogging.

Today I bought a new Hanuta version: Hanuta on Tour. They just want to kill me. In the bag there were 18 little Hanutas and right now, at this very moment, six hours after I've bought them, only TWO are left. Okay, I didn't eat all of them, but sure most of them. And this is bad. This is very bad.

Do you think dedicating Hanuta a post was peculiar? Then sometime I'll write about my University Card here in Heidelberg. That'll be even more nerdy.

Liebe Grüsse,


Laura, die Dolmetscherin