Are not we all a bit Angstmän?

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Sher, the men work hard, unapproachable and undaunted. But sometimes this is only the outer shell. Anyone who looks at us already deep, deep into the heart? Yes, I admit it freely and openly: There are moments when we feel once something like fear. Recently, for example, when the great black hair came up to me, since ... but that's beside the point. I just wanted to briefly write down a few sentences about the kind written children's book "Angstmän". Angstmän comes from a planet Superman and teleports himself accidentally in the closet of Jennifer, who is just at home alone - can happen even once. He is afraid of germs and contaminated rags "derailing trains" (in which he fell through a school subject): Angstmän one of us is. His opponent is Pöpelman, which is similar to those well-toned, muscled square types, which we all know from the gym around the corner. And Jennifer is between the two men, mob man grumbles at first a "cowardly fat slob" and finally brings him to tears. Stories written by life ... (If Amazon can take a look at the book.)