Inhale and exhale

When I'm not skiing, I work as a ski service technician. And when I'm not adjusting ski bindings, sharpening edges, and burning my hands with wax, I do yoga. I'm definitely not a health fanatic, my beer belly proves otherwise, but I enlighten myself through yoga because it feels good. Since my body is as flexible as a granite slab and I discover unknown muscles every day, my yoga group consists of mature housewives.

There are people who are stupid and happy (according to the motto stupid-fucks-good). Other people are more intelligent and depressed. I belong to the kind of people who are sometimes smart, sometimes melancholic, and belong more to the category of wizards. Besides the silent wizards, there are the loud and irritation-resistant warriors. In between, there is a range of warrior wizards like Harry Potter and sensitive warriors like Greta Thunberg. The last decades have been dominated by warriors, and some of these mercenaries are responsible for the fact that we are in a social and ecological crisis. The wizards, with their high demands, need for retreat, and great need for harmony, are rather seen as weak contemporaries. However, they have the ability, that is why I speak of wizards, to quickly grasp the essence of a situation, a person, and would be important priestly advisors in our society. The world needs both: the William Tell and the Brother Klaus.

Wizards must be careful not to be consumed by their thoughts in a complex world. That's why I inhale and exhale, painfully twist my body, and feel the cheesy foot of my yoga neighbor in my face. One thing is certain: I will never laugh at Annina, who is experienced in yoga, while moaning as I contort my limbs.