Chris and i make a break from a high heel fotoshooting. We stroll in the sun the street along… one wrong step – and it sudden…. the right shoe twist my ankle sprained badly. I trip forward… cry painful up… let me fall on the ground… moan and groan…. and when you cannot hear – you can read the pain in my face. Chris squats helplessly beside me…. suffers with me…. and dont know what she can do. After a while… she helps to rise me… supports me… we try carefully a few steps…. i hops and limp with her help… but it does not go in such a way. I sunk careful on the ground… massage my hurting feet… notices that walking is impossible with the shoe on my other feet. Chris say that she have dressing material and the crutches of her mother in the car. I take of the other shoe… moan and groan about the pain… stand up and tries to come further…. limping… hopping…. sometime goes nothing more… and i sit down on the guardrail. Chris run in her plateau high heels to the car… get the dressing material and the crutches… and run back. She squats and bandage my ankle… i must walk now on the aluminum crutches. Its a long way… back to the car… chris open the door… i fall totally exhausts on the passenger seat…. and we drive to the hospital. Total length is 12.25