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Late spring 1996

It was on a Saturdaymorning in a warm spring. Dimitri, my best friend, had asked me some time before if I would like it to help him out at his granny's place to hang some new lamps. I'm always willing to help out, especially when it's my best friend asking, so I happily agreed and we drove to his granny's house together to fix the job.
Granny wouldn't let us start anything without a cup of tea first, so during the tea we decided who was going to do what and split the work up so that we would get things done faster. Then Dimitri went to get his tools and we got ourselves upstairs where the main things needed to be done.
I got my share of tools and Dimitri took his and we both went to do our part of the business.
I took a chair, climbed on it and dismounted the old lamp. I realized too late that I forgot to check if the electricity was shut off. But that shouldn't be any problem, because I had the voltage checker, a little screwdriver with a light inside that starts burning if you make contact with a wire that's got electricity on.
I took the screwdriver and made contact with the electricity wire, but nothing happened. The electricity was shut off.
I climbed off the chair, picked up the new lamp from the table and got back on the chair. With the lamp in one hand and the screwdriver in my mouth I reached for the wires to connect them to the lamp.
As soon as I grabbed with two fingers (which was my luck) the electricity wire the rest of my hand cramped to a fist because of the 220 Volts that went through the fingers. I was pretty shocked, literally and figuratively. I manage to let go of the wire pretty fast and I didn't even drop the lamp. And neither did I bite down on the screwdriver *g*
But it did feel terrible in my arm. I got off the chair and into the room where Dimitri was working on his part of the job and I jokingly thanked him kindly for the magnificent tools he gave me and told him what had happened.
We could both laugh about it even if he was also a bit startled about the whole thing.
My arm felt numb for some three days after still...