16. Mai 2015 von Sydney Polart ©
He played golf all his life. From early age he did what he wanted to do. Money wasn’t his problem. For him money even was never an issue at all. He even had his own island offshore. He played golf all day long, even at night, but only when he wasn’t driving like crazy with his dudes in their Jeeps in the middle of the desert dunes. The dessert afterwards was even better, when evening began, and night fell, if you know what I mean. On the day after, he was already on his search for the green, playing on the green in the middle of the brown off the coast of Dubai, with plain sight onto the Persian shore. For sure there he was King, playing golf on his sandy island in the middle of the seas of this tiny little Gulf state.
Dr. Dr. Immanuel Fruhmann
alias I.G. Fruhmann
Y 8:8; Y 7:14