Black Truffle Goes Bad

Stinkbolle year - what would we be without him

There is in him almost every event, whether lecture, workshop or public debate: a Stinkbolle is always there. Since I am facing a really sympathetic audience, somewhat excited. Friendly faces everywhere, open smile, interested eyes.
But there! Suddenly!
to Feist grin, which is characterized by down-drawn corners of his mouth, he looks towards me with contempt of death: the Stinkbolle . Sometimes he is male, but often female. He often sits right in my view, I so contemptuous of his body language, his inner drop, his refusal to even one sentence of mine to take a positive, can not escape.
I already feel the red marks on my neck and white: Now he has me, Stinkbolle !

"Stinkbolle!" I have abused my sister as a child when they mocked me or something I did was very stupid. "Un du bisch ä old goat!" they shouted back.

And every time I think at an event: "Oh God, again so Stinkbolle", it sounds back: "Un you old goat!" Then I must
laugh inwardly. Yes, I am a little bitchy. What's the stupid one Stinkbolle against all the other lovely people who bring openness and confidence in me?