Imagine that you are standing on the highway in a traffic jam, the snow, the smoothness, the snowdrifts everything has conspired against you. You are angry, perhaps angry at the unexploded device that does not come, the. Three cars in front of you who are traveling without winter tires and not be able, the truck driver who has his car cross put and does so to continue the journey impossible What remains you left, you push a CD into the CD player, Holly Hole: Temptation. You hear the delicate smoky voice, the melodies and with every song the problems are smaller, the Johanniter come by and extend you a warm tea, what could be more beautiful than this music like a warm blanket wraps around you?
