03-09-2015, 06:44 PM
Kathrin Koch
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Pressure, Cardamine, and Addiction
I am an agent from the Buro. I devoted 10 years of my life to serve my homeland. I once felt proud of myself as I climbed to the rank of Inspektor smoothly. However, that feeling did not last long and I did not feel the real pressure until the point when I was a Oberinspektor. From that point on, I realized the fact that the higher the rank I am, the heavier the burden on my shoulder.
The missions that our squadron received became harder and harder. I even passed out in my ship once in a mission where we were assigned to collect information of the Liberty Navy. My superior officer recommended me to visit a shrink. I did go there one hour a day, twice a week. Unfortunately, it never worked out, although his accurate analysis stated that I had too much pressure, which was the problem, and we did try to find out approaches to overcome the problem. I gave up and began to hang out in the bars, where I completely relied on the alcohol to relax myself, but it only got even worse. The pressure came from both the work and life. It was so heavy that I could not breathe easily.
One Friday night, as usual, I walked to the bar that was only two blocks away from where I lived. I ordered the same wine as I did previous time. I perched on the bar stool, kept the same posture, sipped the wine when my eyes closed, as if I was drunk. Then someone poked my right shoulder. I opened eyes and turned my head to see who it was. It was a stranger apparently, a tall man with gray-and-white hair, which could tell he was around 40, and blue eyes, which were so attractive that every woman would fall in love with him. I could not recall how he exactly looked like, because the bar was a bit dark. He smiled at me, and began to speak. I thought he would be another playboy who wanted to flirt with me, but it turned out it was true. I was really drunk by that time, and could not clearly hear what he was saying. He handed me over something and asked me to smell it. I did....After that, I became addicted to cardamine.
The missions that our squadron received became harder and harder. I even passed out in my ship once in a mission where we were assigned to collect information of the Liberty Navy. My superior officer recommended me to visit a shrink. I did go there one hour a day, twice a week. Unfortunately, it never worked out, although his accurate analysis stated that I had too much pressure, which was the problem, and we did try to find out approaches to overcome the problem. I gave up and began to hang out in the bars, where I completely relied on the alcohol to relax myself, but it only got even worse. The pressure came from both the work and life. It was so heavy that I could not breathe easily.
One Friday night, as usual, I walked to the bar that was only two blocks away from where I lived. I ordered the same wine as I did previous time. I perched on the bar stool, kept the same posture, sipped the wine when my eyes closed, as if I was drunk. Then someone poked my right shoulder. I opened eyes and turned my head to see who it was. It was a stranger apparently, a tall man with gray-and-white hair, which could tell he was around 40, and blue eyes, which were so attractive that every woman would fall in love with him. I could not recall how he exactly looked like, because the bar was a bit dark. He smiled at me, and began to speak. I thought he would be another playboy who wanted to flirt with me, but it turned out it was true. I was really drunk by that time, and could not clearly hear what he was saying. He handed me over something and asked me to smell it. I did....After that, I became addicted to cardamine.