So NOT Dumb - Popo-Guy

 

Boooring... but intelligent.  Power and culture.

Chess.

In Italy Ingo and I "played", was my first time as an adult really playing chess and I wasn´t that bad (I certainly lost).

 

These two?

 

 

Do you recognize them?

 

 

 

Maybe the cutest Brothers ever (I saw the docu). 

(Dr.) Wladimir (wiki says: "strategic and intelligent boxer", now he promotes healthy foods), after his older Brother Vitali (now a politician) lost a fight in heavy-weight-boxing and was teased -  Wladimir won the next fight he blurted out in the ring (Title: "The revenge of the Brother"):

 

Number 1 -  we are no weak guys ("Weicheier" - they (also) speak German, the fight was in Germany), 

Number 2 -  I´m world champion,

Number 3 -  I LOVE MY BROTHER (ICH LIEBE MEINE BRUDER)! (and yes, he yelled "meine", so sweet)

Thank you.

 

                                           

 

And have you seen what he´s holding in his hand? 

A  bouquet of flowers! A heavy weight boxing champion with flowers, I think this is plain cute.

 

They reveal the "secret weapon" is ... you don´t fight one, you fight them both - the other Brother is always there, if mentally. Same here (not that we´re into boxing!). 

Wladimir, after a fight of Vitali called the Mum, to let her know all went well.

He called again, "did you forget something?", she asked, "yes, forgot to you tell you I love you". 🧡🧡🧡

Yes, boxing guys are dumb and have no heart.

 

His older Brother, Vitali, won by points but got hurt badly - nothing visible (no eye hanging out etc) and lost in the end and was laughed at for this...

Another time he lost again and this time you could see a lot of blood. The other boxer won the game, but Vitali won over the fans cause he wouldn´t let go.

Boxing, like football, is like chess, just in FAST, another thing you add, be FAST!

Make your decision NOW" and make a good one, be wise, calculate, RE-calculate, it´s about strategy.

 

Intelligence. The maybe 10-y-o son of heavy weight boxer and champion Chris Byrd saw Wladimir punching his Dad down in another fight and winning the belt.

Right in the ring the boy went over to congratulate Wladimir and asked him to take good care of the belt.

How sweet is that. How mature. How fair. 

My Brother does not even try, for either, boxing or American Football (which is also like fast chess), he thinks it´s dumb.

I remember once I took my Mum to a game in Braunschweig "against"/with Hamburg - she never saw the ball but she truly looooved the atmosphere and chatted with the Hamburg-fans :-) 

I love my Brother, too (and I call him the same as they do, my Brother started this, "Brüderchen" and "Schwesterchen"), but he can be  hard as a rock insisting on his opinions and not even trying.

His loss.

I would never go to a boxing-thingy, noooo, they really do hurt each other! 

And a real game of chess I might just doze off 😉

The "Popo-guy"?

Wladimir visited his old home in Ukraine in the docu and told how his older Brother found a bomb from WW II, brought it home and hid it under the Fathers bed - the family back then had one room to sleep in: Father, Mother, Granma, Uncle and the two boys.

And then a bomb!!!!

The father gave Vitali an "Arschreise" ("butt-journey"), or, as the more sophisticated Wladimir said, "he paid with his Popo". He got hit on his butt.

You can see more of the Brothers here.

We have a Perth friend who found a bomb in his Grandpa´s shed and brought it to school for "show and tell". School was evacuated, squad team cleared it. Another one who paid with his Popo?

"Popo" in Germany has no other meaning than butt. And believe me I traveled a couple of times with help of Dad  or Granma... I cry, I get a reason to cry! Mum choose the face, that wasn´t better (she kept her rings on, yes, back then this was normal! We got what we "asked" for) and no, I was not such a bad kid, even - and I´m still alive, a wonder, huh (they also smoked in the car with us in the back).

 

The Father died of cancer thanks to the Chernobyl disaster... 

 

See the two in a cute ad here:

 

                            

 My Brüderchen and I have the same age-gap. I´ll never stop looking after him, yet he calls me. 

Those two were in the USA early 80´s, no money and Vitali saw what they have, cheese, sooo many sorts of cheese - he could not understand he said "there is ONE cheese! Why need more?! One pair of shoes, OK, two, one for sport, too".

We´re nearly back to that now, how often do I have to tell Ingo: Nope it was out, your cheese...

Sad.

Henry 🦁?

He might gently lick your face 😁 🧡

Addendum to last post, Ingo went to work straight ahead and the Duke is back!