25 years ago I had a black-out in front of tram-line 1 on Central Station. [the tram was waiting, not driving] Next to some scratches, a ripped shirt and a black eye, part of my teeth chipped or broke off entirely. Since it was 3 days before my teeth insurance would run out, they didn’t want to pay for reconstruction of what was left. So I paid for it myself at a new dentist. He took care that I would have ‘new teeth’ within 3 days.
A bridge spanned over a large part that couldn’t be saved, but that’s life. This morning the bridge was cut in two and one of the ‘pillars’, my wisdom tooth was pulled. It’s strange to have a large hole where once used to be a row of teeth. Le’s hope my tongue will find a new playmate soon.