100% Panama... And The Pearls of The Uschi

by Stefan Eckert

Copyright© 2010 Stefan Eckert

Published by Freie RadikalePublishing at Smashwords

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The author:

Born 09/03/1962 in Passau, Lower Bavaria

- 66-68 emigration attempt by parents to Canada.

- 68-73 Landshut / Nbb, school attendance, with moderate success

- 73-75 Munich, another school failure

- 75-79 Munich, demolition of the school, demolition of three training places (car mechanic, offset printers, concrete workers)

- 79-82 Berlin, urban warfare

- 82-84 New York, character education

- 84-86 Berlin, urban warfare II

- 86-90 Munich, partner (20%) and manager/Restaurant Zest

- 88 birth of my daughter

- 89 marriage to my wife

- 90-93 Munich, management nightclub "Babalu"

- 93-95 Hamburg, Production Manager "Press Sonic"

- 95-00 Hamburg, Editor, Director, CEO MME-Online

- 00-08 Hamburg, various surgical treatments/Brain tumor

- 09 Berlin, radiotherapy /Tumor

- 10-?? Berlin, defeated the tumor, restart as an author, painter, photographer

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Preamble

Dear Reader,

Gladly you found my Book about my Buddy 100% Panama. Since I did not find a better Translator than a Mr. opr Miss "Goggle", (but dont blame them, it was me, best, you dont blame anybody) you must take, what you get...call it style;-) for my Book (originaly German), I hope, you understand everything. Not that details would matter. Please just imagen, that some German Guy tells you a Story inbetween Subwaystations.

The only cause of this book is to entertain you, get you out of the everyday Routine and bring your to the south of Spain, at least for a short while.. Have fun.

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100% Panama

... And The Pearls of The Uschi

100% Panama was, as always, in the Harbor Bar of Villabaco. Here, of course, was never so much going on in Villariba, where they celebrated nonstop fiestas and then wash the dishes away together. That thing with the washing up was not his thing, anyway. 100% did not see his future in the detergent and pulled abruptly after Villabaco - incidentally the first in 27 years. And since that time no one had followed his example.

Okay, he had to admit, that here in the valley the sun of southern Spain slammed often down to the village and filled it with up to 40 degrees stikky, leaming heat. But it was only a half hour to the hills, from which one could see the sea. In good weather, of course. And if you were lucky enogh, you could catch a Breese.

The population of the thriving Villariba left no opportunity to make fun of the smaller neighboring village in the interior. Sharp tongues mocked, nobody would would want hang there dead over the fence, as if anybody would want to hang over a Fence anywhere. Some cursed under their breath, Villabaco is only a fraction of the size of the Madrid cemetery, but twice as dead. They went forth over the place, there would be a seed and rotten smell,OK, on some Points ... But, they behaved just ignorant, totally stupid, bus drivers would barely come here to take a break .

With a Pernod, 100% broke the head on a new image campaign for the village. That was part of the Deal. But all campaigns in recent years have not been successful. So, why should he think of a new idea, if the outlook was that poor. And he lolls, as usual every day, around the "Harbor Bar" on the bright red corner unit with a washable cover. Here he had the best view of all the happenings in the villages "Main Square". Sometimes some orphan Dog would get bezerk, attaced by a swarm of angry Hornettts. So much to the Highlights.

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Harbor Bar of course was just a cover name for unwary tourists. In Fact, it was one of the Marketing-Strategies of 100%, 15 Jears ago had tryed some "Guerillia-Marketing". And indeed some came once or twice a week and asked to either the port or at least for specialties such as oil, olives or something. Pedro, the host said every time, the port would be on vacation (he was always the only one, and that is about it for years, who laught) and send them for oil and olives in the supermarket, very Cheap, but opened only three day the week. (One of the "Marketing" Actions iniciated by 100%, but not successful).

Pedro never would voluntarily describe anyone the road to Villariba, only three miles on the top right. There was a fancy organic market, a 500 year old oil press and a lot of delicious-ons. But anyone who asked for Villariba, Pedro would shown definitely the wrong way.

The every day image in the Harbor Bar:

Three figures, one with a hat, lounging about, one behind the bar, two in front. Add to them a dog, a mixed breed, Pedro, who had found a shady spot left infront of the glass door. They could hear him snoring throug the door in the heat with his tongue hanging in front of him.