know-it-all

Zukunft ist die Zeit, in der Du bereust,
dass Du das,
was Du heute tun kannst,
nicht getan hast.

junge junge

Habe eben einen kurzen Blick zurück geworfen:

http://www.getjealous.com/susannekk

Gott, unglaublich. Das ist erst so kurz her, und scheint doch schon völlig gelöscht.
Junge, those were good times. Moskau, Du fehlst mir. Nichts zu machen, rien ne va plus.

know-it-all

Das zu bekommen, was man wirklich haben will,
will auch erstmal gelernt sein.
*anonymer Klugscheißer*

All that you want

To you, my Bavaria, as that day is a day of big changes.
Something will never change, remember that:

http://www1.spiegel.de/active/quiztool/fcgi/quiztool.fcgi?id=34843

Bavarias Ode to all things BEER

Poor indian

The indian lost. Minus 19%.
He* says there are two reasons: firstly they´ve decided to abandon the TRANSRAPID project in Munich, secondly at the carnival party this year, he was wearing a lion dress.

And then, five minutes later, he adds: and third of all, it´s Hubers** fault.

*Every book I want to read, I give him at first. In his judgement I trust.
**He wanted to help the indian. But he didn´t. An era of 60 years ends today.

3 semanas

Tres semanas quedan hasta que la universidad empieza otra vez. Por un lado tengo muchas ganas de ir a mis cursos (...probablemente tengo 70% de mis cursos en alemán, entonces no miedo de no entender nada como en Moscú :p) y apprender. Por otro lado, pues, es mi último ano... no tengo ningún idea cómo sigue entonces. Además trabajo un montón de horas por el momento y desde mi tiempo en Vienna (era...junio), pero trabajar con la cabeza es otra cosa...

Para tener la cabeza libre hasta el 13 de octubre.... a lo mejor sería bueno ir a la peluquería.

About the french

A friend of mine* told me, that his french flatmate snores. Besides that, he has washed his clothes in the shower instead of using the washing machine. As our third flatmate is french as well, we plan to let each other know about strange things happening in our life; when I just think about our broken toilet...
One of my closest friends from Spain is french and she isn´t an exception: one day we met at her home, Aretha Franklin was yelling and we´ve been downstairs, drinking. Until dense smoke slowly entered the room...

*just a lovely one

know-it-all

"Jede Zeit ist umso kürzer, je glücklicher man ist."
Plinius der Ältere

Zusammenleben

Das Wasser eben hat nach unsrer neuen Wohnung geschmeckt. Tatsächlich und erschreckend. Dann hat vorhin unser Vermieter angerufen, dass der Sperrmüll morgen früh kommt, um die zerschlagenen Schränke unseres Vormieters abzuholen. Und wieder musste ich an den Eimer voll schimmligen Tapetenkleisters denken, der immer noch neben all den Brettern vor unsrer Wohnungstür steht und inzwischen gehörig stinkt. Aber vielleicht hat sie* ihn auch entsorgt; aber woher sollte eine Ausländerin wissen, wohin man diese schleimige, stinkende Pampe bringt, wenn nicht mal ich als Deutsche mich mit solchen Sondermüllaktionen auskenne?

*she´s not german. but trying to find out, what it´s like to live here.

know-it-all

Идеалист — человек, верующий не только в идеалы, но и в то, что другие тоже в них верят.

К. Прутков-инженер

big moments

Today I stood in the rain. While everyone was happy to reach a place under the roof, I didn´t claim to stay dry. I was listening to music, as I´ve finally loaded your music on the player again. It was raining without respite. The guy sitting in another bus was looking at me, as I was smiling. I swept my wet hair.

GER today

There was a note for russian parents: „Уваҗаемые родители, провоҗайте, поҗалуйста, своих детей только до входной двери школы“, a note for turkish parents: "..." and yes, one for Germans: "Liebe Eltern..." and there was a fourth note: "Mama lernt Deutsch. Donnerstag 20h" (Mummy learns german. Thursdays 8pm)

I entered confused the front door. Was it possible, that what you see in television is reality? I mean, that, what you see, is even more reality than the reality of television? The first person I met in the building was a teacher for those children, having an attention deficit or any kind of learning disability. (...didn´t exist, when I went to school, neither the teacher nor the disabilities) She had blond curls and we didn´t find each other likeable. She couldn´t handle my black hoody, or rather the far pulled hood and I was diverted by her mazy hair. I managed the stairs without any anomalies, passed by clamps (I haven´t seen that many non-german names in a german school before) (...times are a-changing: in my class there was a Manuel, a Elisabeth and a Michael. today there´s a Hilal, a Taifun (engl: typhoon) and a Syhejda) and arrived in her* classroom.

To cut a long story short: she has got 27 pupils, one girl is... one girl is "originally" german. ONE. Her name is Angel-Anne. ANGEL-ANNE! (yes, english pronunciation) Over 50% is islamic. Three girls avoid eating and drinking during Ramadan until sunset; they´re nine years old and actually those rules are invalid for children (one of them is not willing to participate in swimming, as it might happen, that she swallows water accidentally) In the building there are several notes with a quotation of our secretary of education "Television makes dumb, fat and lonely". Obviously the kids don´t agree: Being asked about, what makes him happy, writes a boy: television, nintendo and my i-pod. (I-pods didn´t exist, Nintendo I didn´t know and television I was allowed to watch half an hour every evening)

* teacher is her dream job, but in order to miss a retraining in swimming lesson she thinks of inventing a funeral

know-it-all

Los principios están bien hasta un cierto punto, pero los principios no valen nada si pierdes.
*Richard Bruce Dick Cheney*

In case we´ll once meet

I think I´m used to be quite polite, well, this kind of politeness, that´s normal. e.g. I don´t mind to smile, when I´ve destroying thoughts, I don´t care to do smalltalk, when I´m in a hurry and I once enjoyed leading three chinese girls half an hour through my city to find the right bus stop, although I´ve had an appointment with my boss. (Okay, towards my boss that wasn´t very polite, I see)
And my aggressiveness, I´m sometimes talking about, is usually based on politicians, who see no problem in roofers working until 70 or when free market economy means shakeout, shakeout, shakeout.
There´s just one question - ONE - I´m going to hate until I die (from it). The reason is less, that I struggle for words, when trying to reply, but that I just don´t understand the boundedness of my counterpart. I remember the situation, sitting around a table with about 15 friends of mine on the eve, when I got back to Germany after my months in Spain. There it was. I remember it, when I got back from Munich, back from Berlin, back from Vienna (where I had been not just for a visit or vacations). And I remember, that lately I met a friend in front of a supermarket asking me, after four months in Moscow.
I hate it. It´s definitely and for every time a NO GO, when you meet me, so remember:

PLEASE DON`T ASK ME: HOW WAS IT???

Red Hot Chili Peppers

Dear friend,
yesterday I couldn´t find the right ingredients for the special "Susan-has-to-make-dinner-and-as-we´ve-had-pasta-yesterday-we-have-to-think-about-something-else-today" - rice, that´s why I chose that mix of vegetables in the first row: aubergines, pepper and olives. To be only a bit creative, I cut some tomatoes from our garden.
As he* came home - not hasn´t eaten anything for 10 hours - I was ready. "Oh you tried something new", he said, having a look in the pan. And then, after trying: "It´s like eating pizza. If you wouldn´t see the rice, you´d think it´s a hacked pizza." And after two minutes: "God, it´s hot. Why did you put chilli peppers?"
Damn, who missed to write the right ingredients of my wonder-mix???

* one of the closest and at the same time most unknown persons of my surroundings

know-it-all

Take your time to be happy.

The indian solution

At home we call him very simple the indian, just because he was dressed like an indian at a carnival party, assigned by television. Besides that he is the quasi-prime minister of Bavaria. And... he´s a funny guy.
Yesterday he said, there´s no problem in drinking two Maß (that´s four bottles) and driving afterwards. It´s not an issue for me to drink and drive at all, but if I´d drink four bottles of beer, I wouldn´t walk straight, I wouldn´t speak clearly and...god, I wouldn´t drive.
Don´t get me wrong, Moscow has probably made an alcoholic of me (who else would ever drink every day of an entire month something alcoholic?), so I´m not the first to fall from the bench, when I´ve drunk.
At the Oktoberfest last year I drank exactly, what Mr. Beckstein declared, and I was quite alone with that amount. That´s why he may have acted the "correct" way... at least when you look forward to the elections, that will decide in less than two weeks about his future. Cheers, my indian!

What´s left to say (addition 19.09.08): Stefan Raab, a german joker, wanted to make the indian test and directed a student (a guy from the audience of his show) to drink two Maß; afterwards he was supposed to do a field sobriety test. Unfortunately the test went down the drain: after one Maß the guy threw up.

An die Freude

Freude, schöner Götterfunken,
Tochter aus Elysium,
Wir betreten feuertrunken,
Himmlische, dein Heiligtum.
Deine Zauber binden wieder,
Was die Mode streng geteilt,
Alle Menschen werden Brüder,
Wo dein sanfter Flügel weilt.
Seid umschlungen, Millionen!
Diesen Kuß der ganzen Welt!
Brüder - überm Sternenzelt
Muß ein lieber Vater wohnen.
*Friedrich von Schiller*

Saved as abstract

My dear life,
it´s me again. Today while driving too fast and thinking about the advantages of a potential speedlimit in Germany and disadvantages... I decided to give my thoughts a new chance. A new speed, so a new place. Maybe ´cause my friend* answered with three laughing smilies on MSN (:D :D :D), when I told her, I was talking to you (or probably to someone else), at night, loudly.
So it´s first of all a solution for my sister, who would find out sooner or later about that night-activity -I should mention, that I can´t stand peoples attitude talking to themselves, and she´s quite good at it. Yes, I don´t grant her that joy. By the way, talking to yourself in your mothertongue is one thing, talking in english to "nobody" another one.
So far, as you know, I´ve enjoyed -besides talking- writing mails to a wrong receiver, as I was afraid of sending them once accidentally. Saved as abstract made me glad, even if I knew nobody would read it. Today I decided to share my thoughts with more people than in fact nobody. The folder "abstracts" is going to bust my account, here we go...
I´m not unapologetic about the fact, that there is not really need to talk about me... But yeah, just about you. And when I think about it, that´s apparently a good reason to start this blog.
So it´s easy to return to the roots, to you, my dear.
So, life, take care!

* the one who is permanently afraid of being pregnant