So I had my first physical therapy today, and thankfully it’s located in the same building where I worked until recently
half an hour of physical training, half an hour of physical treatment with that hot mud packs, and half an hour of… Johannes.
I never though I could enjoy so much pain while getting massaged.
He reeeeaallly pushed his fingers in my skin and took care of my muscles. And he looks like a young Jesus.
We found out that he is good friends with the electrician in my village, who takes care of the electric stuff in my house.
Johannes even guarded an Easter fire* whole night in our village. If I only knew then..
Oh, and he touched my ass multiple times… 7 more appointments to go.
*a regional custom in rural areas. A few days before Easter Sunday, piles made of wood, branches, and twig are being guarded at night by volunteers. They take care that no other people burn the piles before Easter Saturday.
it’s some sort of game.