And here we go again … Whenever I see a flashing blue light the Radetzky march is playing in my head. Sometimes I wonder if I would have ever survived my year of social work service without the Radetzky March! 366 Days -Hi! I am Patrick! I am the new Zivi! We had dressings for open wounds, and pills for everything else. But sometimes that just wasn’t enough. Wouldn’t you like some coffee? No, we can’t! When someone fell and couldn’t get up, they would call us out. Nights were the worst. Just a few empty phrases, get their signature and leave. There was not much more that we could do. But what if one could do more? -I have got some coffee left! It’s still warm for sure! And what if doing more really helps? -Wait! I’ve got something for you. But you can’t be everywhere at one. And for some people it didn’t matter, how often one came to help them. -I guess Rapid is going to win the league for real! And there were things that affected me more than I could cope with. -Unit 65, hurry to Siebenbrunner street 17. Non responsive person. -Did he just say Siebenbrunner street 17? -Heart massage, quick! Come on, step aside! When help came it was from an unexpected source. It was my colleague’s words of advice which got me through the rest of the year. It was him, who gave me this handy hint how to cope with day-to-day life. -Always keep time with the Radetzky March! And that’s what I did.