Katharina was dead and in hell. She had to be in hell, because nobody who is alive and on earth could have such a horrible headache. Lying on her bed [link to Daniel Seibert, Team Bonn Dublin] she opened one eyelid and closed it instantly. The brightness of the sun shining through the window of her hotel room made her head even ache more.

"I never drink alcohol again.", she promised herself.

A few hours later she felt a little bit better. Her head ached as if somebody hit it with a hammer and no longer with a pneumatic drill. Her coffee was already cold. She was far away from being sober, but not that drunk anymore. She got dressed, took her coffee cup and left the room.

Suddenly she bumped into a blonde woman on the corridor and spilled her coffee over the clothes of the other woman [link to Ina Scheffler, Team Bonn, On the train again] Her clothes were not from the last "Otto-Catalogue" Katharina could see that. There were memorable and, sure not easy to find in a shop. "Why can't you just be careful?", shouted the woman. "I'm sorry", said Katharina [link to Simone Klibingat, Team Bonn, The final countdown]