Stop dreaming

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How many chances do you get to save another human beings life?

Deep protected in the shadow of the welfare state it is something you never have to think about, but outside - it is a dead serious fact of everyday life. There you will only get one chance, and if you do not act immediately, it will already be too late.

Do not hesitate!

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