1 एक Eka

El Camino del Karma

Philipp was mostly at peace with himself and the world. However, this self-assessment was difficult to understand for anyone who knew him personally. The entrepreneur had already achieved some success in his professional life because he had absolutely no qualms about stepping over dead bodies every day. Just today, the self-obsessed boss of a large advertising agency had once again landed a big fish. But only because he had outmaneuvered his competitors by simply bribing the key decision-makers of an international cosmetics chain. In the past, he would have been able to write off these bribes as “useful expenses” for tax purposes, butthose days were long gone. “Too bad,” Philipp thought wistfully. “But the world is corrupt, and everyone has their price!” philosophized the forty-year-old. Ultimately, it was always about the dough, and according to Philipp, money was the “blood of life” anyway.

It was now almost 12:30 p.m. and the summer sun was at its zenith. The businessman slowed down his black SUV briefly so as not to miss the small driveway leading to the hiking trail. He then frantically switched the electronic damper control to “off-road mode.” It was actually a pointless endeavor, but after all, he had paid good money for the various electronic aids. So he wanted to take advantage of them and saw no reason to reduce his speed on the dirt road littered with potholes. It didn't occur to him to simply drive slower or adapt his driving style in any way to the external conditions. Although the SUV's air suspension was doing its best, Philipp felt the occasional creak in the steering and decided to give the vehicle manufacturer a negative review. For him, it was always someone else's fault. He saw himself as the “center of the universe” anyway, and everyone around him was just lazy and stupid. His first name didn't suit him at all either. Coming from Greek, “Philipp” means something like “ho