A 72-year-old man with an aristocratic pedigree interrupts his journey home to buy sandwiches and a bottle of vodka, which he opens in the parking lot. He then rammed a 33-year-old woman on the Schutzweg in Vienna.
The ancestors of the 72-year-old suspect come from an old German noble family. But apart from his name, there is no sign of his noble origins at court. Weakened and leaning on his walking stick, the man in the Wiener Landl drags himself into the hallway. “I like to say everything. “It’s all my fault,” he begins before Mr. Rat can ask a question.
“I was sure it was green.”
“I was driving home and wanted to buy a sandwich in the supermarket,” he recalled on March 9, “but then I also bought vodka. “I didn’t wait until I got home,” he admits, he immediately drank liquor and then continued driving. “It was 300 meters to the intersection. The cars blinded me. I was sure it was green.’ But that wasn’t the case.
The woman who was knocked down was unable to walk for months
A 33-year-old got off the bus in the 14th arrondissement and walked to the traffic lights: “I had two cakes with me because it was my birthday just before. When it turned green, I started marching. Suddenly I felt pain.” She suffered injuries to her knee and was unable to walk for months.
Waiting for a therapy place
The judge sentenced the noble descendant to seven months’ probation and a fine of 3,000 euros, which is not legally binding. The pensioner, who is waiting for an inpatient therapy place to treat his alcohol addiction, must pay the victim 5,000 euros in compensation. He vows: “I will never drive again. I’m too old and too weak for that.”
Source: Krone
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