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Belgium I, Brussel

2007-07-06T15:07:00.000-07:00

No visit to Brussel without the atomium, the town's landmark which was built in 1958. A pity that some parts were closed, but it´s worth a visit..inside it still looks like the 50ies. The rest of Brussel is nice as well, but not as beautiful as Gent fx and the tourist attractions are even smaller than the little mermaid in CPH..

2007-07-06T14:56:00.001-07:00

Manneken Pis (amazing how many japanese tourists want photos of this guy...)

Ontwerp je eigen Schimmel!
schimmel, mildew, moisissure ... it was smelling a lot in this container :P

Belgium I, Gent

2007-07-06T14:54:00.001-07:00

My oldest memories concerning Belgium are from a journey with my parents by car. I remember the ugly lights on the highway but no towns - belgium was for me just the country you have to go through when you want to get to France. The faster the better!
Okok, i changed my mind :) With a very nice guide and besides the highway Belgium is really a nice country.. Now i´ve been there three times and know almost every town except from the french part (ok, it´s like DK, there aren´t so many, but the few are more nice than Kiel at least).
These photos are from this spring/march...

2007-07-06T14:50:00.000-07:00

clear role allocation

Jupiler
the locals, all have beards

Funkybunch at Luna

2007-05-28T05:53:00.000-07:00

In january Mark came to Kiel.. we went to Luna Club, met some fish, did the big bike tour and saw Pusher 1,2 & 3 ("Du skylder mig penge!") ...

fish!

Luna Club, cellar room

undskyld .. igen

2007-05-28T05:35:00.001-07:00

Sorry, it´s been a long time since i posted something on this site..i know, but due to my german farmer mentality i was partly lazy and partly happened too much so i was overstrained of all the stuff i could have posted ;) ...
So i´ll give you a short overview since the last post: I have been to belgium several times, had a great time in Kiel, even Mark came for a weekend with some Classic in his bag, my girlfriend and me went to Odense in April (jaja, Smagløse of course too) ... and last week i have been to Croatia with my university for seven days. The weather was great and you could go swimming without moving too much - ain´t that perfect!
Ahja, i got two new roomies in my flat and i moved from one room to the other - now i got more sun, lost my balkony but got enough space for all my old furniture i try to collect from the 50ties and 60ties :) (thanx to my grandma)!
I got recently lots of work at university, so i get tired in the afternoon, but when that happens i sit down on the next park bench with some of my new friends - so life is easy right now ...

Lange Rede, gar kein Sinn ...

2006-12-17T07:31:00.000-08:00

Das war´s jetzt mit Sozialpädagoginnen. Schluss, Aus, fertig. Nach einer komplett wahnsinnigen Zvildienstchefin ("Ich habe mir einen Freundeskreis gekauft, sehen Sie mal!"), einer auf einer anderen Kommunikationsebene lebenden Dänin und einer Ex-Mitbewohnerin, die uns beim Auszug ihren Stief-Daddy auf den Hals jagt ("Für jeden Tag den x hier im Dezember zahlen soll, hau ich euch eins auf die Schnauze!") rufe ich hiermit offiziell die Sozialpädagoginnenfreie Zone aus!
Abgefahren in was für Zwischenwelten Menschen manchmal leben, das ist ein Vorstellungsrahmen, der einem das Gruseln nahe bringt. Eins zu eins aus dem Fernsehen übernommen, ´ne Mischung aus Seifenoper und Boulevardmagazin. Eigentlich sollte man denken, dass man mit ein wenig Würde aus einer WG verschwindet, in der man zwei Jahre lang gelebt hat. Wenigstens Tschüß sagen und sich für den Puffschläger entschuldigen. Aber das war stillos. Für uns aber immerhin die WG Anekdote schlechthin: "Für jede Nudel, die du hier kochst, hau ich dir eins auf die Schnauze."

Feuerzangenbowle

2006-12-11T14:04:00.000-08:00

Wieviel Müll ca. 1200 Studenten nach einer Feuerzangenbowlenvorstellung im Audimax hinterlassen können sieht man spätestens, wenn man das Licht anschaltet, also noch kurz bevor man sich daran erinnert, dass man das ja auch noch wieder sauber machen muss. Unter den gestrengen Augen unseres Hausmeisters Werner haben wir uns dann mit Gummihandschuhen und mit selbstmörderischer Ironie ("Das sieht ja noch human aus")
an die ungefähr 40 Stuhlreihen gemacht.
Man findet nach so einer Veranstaltung so ziemlich alles. Batterien, nicht gegessene Lebkuchen (zu, offen, angeknabbert, plattgetreten), Stifte, die FAZ, Thermoskannen, hunderte Fremdflaschen, leere Rumflaschen, Wunderkerzen, Zigarettenstummel und ganze BH-Einkäufe samt Mascara und Kassenbon... Es fehlten schließlich nur noch die gebrauchten Kondome, das hätte mich in der letzten Reihe allerdings jetzt auch nicht mehr gewundert ...
Mehrere Mülltüten und einen Kistenwegtragmarathon später ging´s mit Wegbier zur Mensa2, der Garderobenrunde und ein wenig Ausruhen bevor ein neuer Hausmeister (Name unbekannt) uns mit Peitschenhieben zum Auffegen der kaputten Flaschen und der ca. 500 Flyer zwang, die die Meute beim Tanzen wohl ausversehen aus ihren Halterungen gerissen hatten, ausversehen versteht sich... =)
Nächstes Mal sollten wir daran denken, dass unsere Namen NICHT auf den T-Shirts stehen ... es ist leicht irritierend, wenn man einem aufgeheizten Mob erklären soll, dass der Einlass doch erst in einer dreiviertel Stunde stattfinden wird, und der Mob kennt dich mit Namen!

Kühlschranktaten im Nachtcafé

2006-11-11T09:52:00.000-08:00

Vom Wunsch beseelt, einen Beck´s Flaschenkühlschrank zu besitzen, konnten Jörg und ich nicht widerstehen, in der Tiefgarage des Nachtcafés folgenden Plan zu schmieden: 1) Den ca. 200x50x50 großen Kühlschrank unbemerkt ins Nachtcafé tragen 2) Unbemerkt an allen anderen Gästen vorbeikommen 3) Die Treppe hoch 4) Raus auf die Straße 5) Taxi bestellen 6) "Und wenn wir erst mal zu Hause sind, dann kriegen wir den auch noch in den 2. Stock". Soweit die Theorie. In der Praxis erwiesen sich der begehrte Kühlschrank als verflucht schwer, die Gäste als besonders belustigt, die zurückgelegte Wegstrecke bezifferte sich auf drei Meter und ich bekam zwei Lachanfälle hintereinander. Hinterher erfuhren wir, dass die alte Kiste auch noch schrottreif war... Naja, aber das war endlich mal wieder eine gute Fete (danke alke-maren-birte), nachdem die Wohnungs-Feten der letzten Wochen ja eher sit-in-Charakter hatten... Definitiv Grusel-Charakter hatte die kurz-vorm-Ende-Bar-Aktion mit Matthias, Jörg und zwei Flaschen Dooleys (Erdbeer/Kaffee), der absolut grausige Geruch von Erdbeerlikör hat mich sogar im Traum verfolgt...

Vorm Nachtcafé bei uns in der Wohnung...
Im Nachtcafé...
Im Nachtcafé hinten...
Thomas war doch mal wieder druff, oder was? =)
"Jochen, ich weiß den Weg nicht mehr?!"

Mit Hass gekocht ...

2006-11-03T05:15:00.000-08:00

Heinz "Heinzer" Strunk wie gewohnt im Nexus der guten Laune... Trotz Stau und der Gewissheit, dass auch das Reißverschlußverfahren auf Autobahnen wohl nur mit Hass zustande kommt, konnten wir noch einen Sitzplatz ergattern um uns ganz Heinz Strunks literarisch-musikalischer Retrospektive hinzugeben. Der Anfang wie immer ein Knaller, ganz nach dem Motto: "Besser als jetzt wird´s nicht. Damit das mal klar ist!" Für das Potpourrie an guter Laune, die Tiffanys-Anekdoten und Trittschall im Kriechkeller hat sich die Fahrt nach Flensburg doch wirklich mal gelohnt. Schließlich entließ uns Jürgen Dose aka Bernd Würmer aka Heinzer mit den Worten "Und denken Sie dran: Auch Taxis sind Autos." in die Nacht ... Grandios.

Erasmus Life in Kiel

2006-10-19T09:49:00.000-07:00

After more than 1 year of vacation and a very long summer the University in Kiel finally started this week. It´s great to have classes again in a language you probably should be quite good at... But i can do what i want, i don´t get rid of the Erasmus Life at all ;->. Luckily it´s the other way round this time, i became a buddy for a french girl from Bretagne. She´s really nice but has the same habit as Aleksis; you never get her on a picture with a normal face :-D The funny thing with the Erasmus people here is, that the most of them speak or want to speak german. On the one hand they are quite good at it and on the other hand the germans are more open to respond in german as well. Just a small but important difference to Denmark i think! So the first international bar meeting took place last tuesday, fourty people in a café called Viva, some french, greek etc. It was funny to listen to some spanish girls, the accent reminded me of some rasmus rask inhabitants...

Alix, me and something in a cup in Viva...

Edeka Adventures, Unrat & Weltruf

2006-09-28T08:55:00.000-07:00

How do you surprise a Dane? Take him to a german supermarket, place him in front of the beer-shelf and say: "Decide!" ... That´s like a mental breakdown that lasts until you have left the shop;->. Matthias, me, Connor and Morten ("I can´t decide.") needed one hour to leave Edeka again, but in the end we had a fridge - full to bursting with different kinds of beer.
We reactivated the "bar" in our Living Room and waited for Ralf who came from Odense in the evening. Unmentionable that it´s quite hard to motivate three or four people to move on to another place, it´s even harder to motivate an Irish and a Dane ("Oh, we want to leave? The Vodka is not empty [full bottle], give me 15 seconds!")! But with some patience we arrived in the Schrevenpark almost in time to meet a friend of Matthias, just interrupted by Morten, explaining his way of imitating a horde of screaming chimps while jumping around :P ... Morten was surprised that there were still so many people in the park, i guess just because it´s not common in Danmark to be in a park when it gets dark.
Later on we met Julian & Mathis, two friends of mine, and went to a pub called "Unrat" where you can get Astra for 1,50 ... stayed for two beers and went on to Harry´s birthday party a few streets further to the center. Julian and me lost the guys on the way, arrived at the party while seeing the police already leaving again (no reason to worry, they came back two or three times) and stayed until 4 a.m. Lots of people on three floors, already wasted international people dropping 6 beers in ten minutes on the floor and lots of known faces. But no visit in Kiel without going to Weltruf:D, so we entered this bar lying next next to my flat for a last beer! But while Connor and Morten were trying to combine sleeping and dancing, Matthias, Ann-Kristin and me got a last Beck´s and went home at 5 a.m.

Morten shortly before starting to explain the "chimp way" ...

From the left: Matthias, Connor, Morten and Ralf;->

Julian, Matthias and Morten in "Unrat" drinking Astra and Carlsberg

Connor & Ralf

2006-09-28T08:37:00.000-07:00

4:32 a.m. The Dane is sleeping ...
4:33 a.m. The Germans are still on standby:-D
A Shawarma for breakfast near the harbour...
Socks, Frisbee and Chillout in another park.
... and thanx to Ralf for the box of Odense Classic!!

Interrail-Trip, August 2006 (Ende)

2006-09-18T04:42:00.000-07:00

And on the next morning i was already leaving Odense again. After 32 days of travelling i really wanted my own bed back, my tv, my fridge, a frozen pizza, to sleep as long as i want and no huge backpack to carry around all day;->

But i really enjoyed these four and a half weeks, it was great to see you guys&girls again, to go out together and have all the fun we had! Thanx a lot for showing me around and making all the efforts you did ... I know that Kiel is not really on the way to somewhere, but you are always welcome to stay here if you are around!

Smagløse & Fisherman for free

2006-09-18T03:51:00.000-07:00

[30.8.-1.9. Odense] And finally: Odense. I slept one night in my flat and took a train with the last day of my interrail-ticket to Danmark. It was a pretty strange feeling going to Odense again, stepping out of the trainstation, knowing all the good places where to go ... but not having a flat anymore was weird!
I made an appointment with Mark, Mathias and Ralf to meet in the evening in Smagløse (of course ;->) but still had a couple of hours left. So i did the good old approved programm: Piccolo-Pizza (en pepperoni, tak!), SuperBrugsen (6er Odense Classic) and Rådhus-Plads and later on Smagløse and waited for the guys. Some known faces never change: the italians and some danish-kicker-addicted people were there as usual... But i missed some faces that i have seen the weeks before - would have been nice to spend a whole night with Odense Classic, Fisherman and you folks there! Luckily Matthias and Ralf arrived and later on Mark as well, who had to work until 12 p.m.
After some "store classic", a weird conversation with a danish guy ("Isch spresche deütsch") and some people almost fighting in front of the bar (never seen before in this place) Mark and me made some danish bike experiences on the way home to his flat... The next day i drew some money and spent all of it :D ... 1500,- Krones just shopping in town - i bought all the stuff i had no money for when i left, that was great! One time beeing rich in Danmark!
In the evening Mark showed me another place in town called Viggos, where (Thomas, jetzt aufpassen!) you can order 10x0,5 liter of Odense Classic or Pilsner and if you´re able to drink it and you still can stand, your name will be engraved in a glass and hung up at the ceiling! And this was the first time, that the barkeeper offered us a drink for free ... First i thought he´s insane or something (Danmark - something for free = impossible) but he just wanted to be nice. Amazing. In between Mark started to play with a gambling-machine and lost some krones before we decided to move further on to Boogies. But we didn´t go inside (Hej Mark, they are crazy, they want 20,- Krones to get in) which was a decision we regretted the next morning (Eh Jochen, it was only 20,- Krones, why didn´t we enter?). But we took a taxi home instead, so we weren´t supposed to walk again.

Matthias & Ralf
In the meantime Ralf got kicker-addicted btw ...

2006-09-12T05:07:00.000-07:00

Der Klassiker ...
Mark and the gambling-machine ...
At Viggos ...
The glasses of the people who had survived ...
Skål!

Bordeaux Rood

2006-09-12T04:43:00.000-07:00

[28.8.-29.8. Utrecht] In Utrecht i met Mark, one of the dutch guys i met in Montpellier, in front of the coffee shop he recommended before. He was in Amsterdam until 11 p.m. so i had to wait at least three hours by my own in town, whereof i spent, öhm, three hours in this coffeeshop... The next day my tongue felt like someone ironed it all night long, which was not the most comfortable feeling you can have. Later on Mark came with a friend, Joachim, and we went to a bar for people basically like snowboarding or surfing. But i didn´t mind, the atmosphere was really easy and the dutch girls were not that ugly;-> ... Funny was, that Mark had the same experience with the strange 60-year old guy in the youthhostel in Montpellier, so we could exchange impressions while having some beers.
I forgot completely to take pictures of Utrecht, maybe because i already had been there before this year ... but these are Mark, Joachim and a friend of them we met in this bar. Btw if i meet one more dutch guy, who is named Mark i will get confused for sure!

Ein grosses Kölsch, bitte!

2006-09-12T04:22:00.000-07:00

[27.8.-28.8. Aachen/Aix-la-Chapelle] After a couple of weeks i was quite happy to cross the german border again - just to get back to something you know, even if i haven´t been to Aachen before. But sometimes it´s nice to listen to your own language, to know how people will probably react and to get some good german beer of course! :D I met Bernhard in town and we decided to go to Holland to get some beers and frozen pizzas because it was sunday and the shops in germany were closed. Aachen is quite close to the dutch border, so we could take a bus to get there.
There are about 35.000 students in Aachen, which means, that you have the choice between several bars and pubs. The Old Town is pretty nice, also because it was not that much destroyed in WW2.
In the evening we went to the "Molkerei", where i (typical north-german-farmer) ordered a Kölsch ("Can i have a big one, half a liter?"). The next day i was looking for a mobilephone-shop to explain my vodafone-debacle and luckily got my money back (minus 2 Euro 50 arrangement fee...) and later on i was already on my way out of germany again - i had only two days to get to danmark in time, so i had to hurry.

Paris by bike

2006-09-09T03:35:00.000-07:00

[26.8. Guided Tour] I´ve seen once on tv that there are guided tours through Paris by bike, so i really wanted to try that. I found a flyer in the hostel and went to Notre Dame at 3 p.m., which was the meeting point.
My local, English-speaking guides were Paul (New-Zealand) and Christian (States), who have been living in paris for six and four years each. They just started their business a couple of weeks before, both had studied marketing and business and could speak french fluently. Depending on the day (rain or shine), they have like ten customers or - like this day, only me! So i got a special Paris tour by bike. Christian showed me all the important places you have to see, when you are a tourist in Paris - like the Louvre, the Latin quarter, Place de la Concorde, the Seine river, the Eiffel Tower and many more. The tour took almost three hours and in the beginning i was a bit afraid of going by bike through this town where everyone, who´s owning a car, is used to see the buzzer as something he has to touch every ten seconds. But after ten minutes you get used to it, it is neither dangerous nor insane (as the french people in Odense tried to make me believe;). And i think it´s a great way of making sightseeing...

Paul and Christian with their city-bikes
www.frenchconnectiontours.com

Montmarte & Montclair

2006-09-09T03:02:00.000-07:00

[25.8.-27.8. Paris] My phone was still not working and i didn´t know where to sleep in Paris, because Manue was in Toulon, Cat in Barcelona, Charlie left to Poitiers that day and i had no phone numbers of Lauriane or Emilie. So i was quite lost when i arrived in Paris-Montparnasse... I bought a payphone-card (damn expensive these cards) and called Aleksis who luckily had the number of Emilie. But Emilie was stressed out because of her new job and the fact, that she had to move to her new flat exactly this weekend. So i went to Montmartre as Aleksis had told me and did sightseeing until 5 p.m. when i was supposed to call Emilie again - but she told me it´s gonna be difficult for that day to find a place to sleep. No problem - but now i was in a big hurry to find a place to sleep, it was already 5.30 p.m. and i had no idea where to find a hostel. I checked two out but no beds were free, but the guy at the reception called another hostel and told me, that there is one bed free - the last one. It was called Hotel Montclair, but it was definitely a hostel; but a hostel where you almost don´t meet someone inside, no real common room, no people around. So i went by my own to Montmarte Cathedral that evening - which was quite nice, cause lots of people were around,also some street-musicians and artists.
Next day i went to the center, to the place i always go when i am in Paris, the Centre Pompidou (Museum of Modern Art), it´s like Brandt´s Klædefabrik, just a bit bigger. Later on i went to Notre Dame to take the guided tour through Paris (ja, real tourist, non?;-).

Sorry, but i need to sleep

2006-09-09T02:49:00.000-07:00

[24.8.-25.8. La Rochelle] From Hendaye i went straight north via Bordeaux to La Rochelle. Well, why La Rochelle? Just because i knew that there was a youth hostel and it was half the way to Paris. And i needed to sleep, i couldn´t close my eyes in the train because i had to shift three times. I arrived in the youth hostel in La Rochelle at 4 p.m., just looked for a supermarket and then went back to my room. There were as well two swiss and a french guy, who asked me to come with them to town in the evening, but my answer was just "Sorry, but i need to sleep." And that´s what i did, almost 17 hours in a row ...

Festival Week in Bilbao

2006-09-08T07:52:00.000-07:00

[23.8. at night, Bilbao] I think i have never seen so many bars during only one evening like in this night in Bilbao. Goibel, Tomas and me went by car again and met Xabi and Zapo at the busstation. Zapo has been living in Bilbao for four years so he knew the town pretty well. You could walk across the street, maybe 25 meters to find the next bar. In town there were lots of people, pub crawling, watching the firework and celebrating the Bilbao Festival Week.
The most crazy pub was this punk bar, with the most wasted kicker-table i have seen in my life! The player were all taped, the field was warped like a banana and the ball stuck on the ground - incredible hard to play, but quite a funny experience (the balls fell out after a goal..;-)... In the next bar Zapo invited me to a typical bask drink, which tasted like ... huh, hard to describe. Try it, it´s red, but i cannot remember the name!
Late that night we ended on a big square where lots of young bask people were dancing, talking and drinking beer. We switched maybe ten times between the square and the side street, met these girls from San Sebastian, Xabi gave me two bask buttons as a present and at all, you had the feeling this night, that you were in the Bask Country and not in Spain.

Lots of people were bask, bask signs and flags were all around and as the most probably know, the Bask Country wants to get independant - and me in between... Of course we talked also about the eagerness for independance, the ETA and the relationship to the rest of spain - but for heaven´s sake, don´t ask me what i think, it´s quite a complex situation. For sure i don´t like violence (like the most people that were there i think), about the rest it´s possible to talk. But, yes, sometimes it´s good just to be a tourist!

2006-09-08T07:36:00.000-07:00

Tomas, Zapo and Goibel ...
... and the girls

We stayed in Bilbao until seven in the morning, when we had to leave, because i needed to catch my train to France. Thanx a lot to Goibel for managing the way back and that i was possible to get to Hendaye in time!
In the train i was more than tired, wasted and still drunk, but it was a damn nice visit in San Sebastian & Bilbao - thanx a lot!

Donostia & Be Bop Bar

2006-09-08T04:19:00.000-07:00

[22.8.-24.8. San Sebastian & Bilbao] Ok, it gets boring now if i tell you, that someone picked me up from the trainstation again, but this time it was completely different! Let me explain: Using a pre-paid-card for my mobile phone, i ran out of credit on my way from Zaragoza to San Sebastian. But in Vitoria i had an hour time before taking the next train and besides my telephone company wrote me a message, that i can even put money on my phone in spain (Lieber callya-Kunde ... blablabla). I thought: "Great, let´s do that." So i luckily found a shop in time, bought credit for 15 Euro, returned to the trainstation, got a seat and the train pulled out. Then i entered the code, worked perfect, the description was in english, i finished and waited for the response which came immediately: "Lieber callya-Kunde, vielen Dank für die Aufladung ihrer Vodafone-Karte. Wir werden ihrem Konto nun 0 Cent gutschreiben! Vielen Dank." (Do i have to translate that?) Let´s say i was pissed, a lot! I was not able to return to Vitoria, neither did i have lots of money left to buy another card. And i couldn´t tell Tomas when i will arrive ... But - to get back to the beginning - when i arrived in San Sebastian, i walked out of the trainstation and watched out for the next payphone, when suddenly a car stopped - with squeaking wheels. Tomas jumped out and said: "Hey man, sorry we are late, you tried to call me, right?" ... Öhm, no, but great!
Tomas has no drivers-license, so Goibel, a friend of him, was driving through the mountained streets of San Sebastian, which is btw called Donostia in the bask language.
The weather was great, so we decided to go to the beach (the only time i went to the beach during these 5 weeks), the water was really salty, so it´s pretty easy to swim without moving too much.
Later on we visited a small village called Deba with Tomas, Goibel and Xabi, ate some Tortilla-Baguettes and went back to San Sebastian to go to some bars. I don´t remember all places we have been, but i do pretty good remember ´Be Bop Bar´, which we left at three or four in the night (Tomas: "I need a taxi."). In the early morning Tomas´ alarmclock was quite bothering, but nobody wanted to move, until Tomas´ brother got really angry, entered the room, shaked Tomas ("Tomas! Conio!") until he switched it off...
In the afternoon Tomas and his dog showed me around in Donostia: There are three beaches, a small harbour, pretty nice Old Town and of course the fortress on Monte Urgull. We decided not to go to the Island Santa Clara, because the weather was not that good the second day, but some of Tomas friends work in bars in town, so we stopped by for a beer on the way back.

Donostia at Night
Xabi, Goibel and Tomas

2006-09-08T04:11:00.000-07:00

Tomas and his dog

The San Sebastian harbour
Isla de Santa Clara in the middle of the bay

Casa del mama

2006-09-07T02:45:00.000-07:00

[20.8.-22.8. Zaragoza] It was time to leave Barcelona to go on to Zaragoza to see Leti at her parents place! Cat and Alessandro wanted to come for two days as well, so we would be four again (three if Cat got lost on the way;).
So we all left on sunday morning - i catched the next train while the french-italian couple took a bus to Zaragoza, because it´s way cheaper than taking a train in spain unless you don´t travel with an interrail-ticket. Leti wrote me a message that she will be waiting for us, and that we were not supposed to eat a lot because her mama´s paeya was waiting for us! That was great, because i was already starving in the train...
Only three hours later i arrived in Zaragoza, where Leti and her father got me at the brand new trainstation and brought me straight to their flat by car, where Letis mum was already waiting with some spanish food! Later we catched Cat and Ale from the Busstation, and Leti showed us around downtown; like the cathedral with the two bombs inside, which did not explode in the civil war or some roman parts that were rebuilt.
Zaragoza is the perfect town to get lost - i normally have a good sense of orientation, but here i was completely without an idea ... luckily Leti knew the way. Also completely without a sense of orientation was the woman at Burger King in the Shopping Mall, where we went the second day. Alessandro tried to buy a Doublecheeseburger but the woman switched to slow-motion; 20 minutes for one burger and Alessandro was shocked ("I´m shocked")!
But when we got home that evening we got again Tortilla, Paeya, these big shrimps, Calamares, snails (ok ok, the last ones i did not try), spanish cerveza and coffee before we went to a chinese Bar called Waterloo. There´s one thing i haven´t seen before that seems to be common in spain: In almost every bar you through your trash on the ground, rest of food, napkins etc. It will be cleaned when the bar closes at night - that´s crazy when you recognize it for the first time!

2006-09-07T02:36:00.000-07:00

It was a pity, that we couldn´t speak spanish and your parents not english, but we had two really nice days in Zaragoza! Thanx to your father for driving and the basketball-news and to your mum for the spanish cooking (¡La comida estaba de puta madre!;-)

Barcelona and an orange towel

2006-09-06T03:34:00.000-07:00

[18.8.-20.8. Barcelona] After ten hours of travelling i was supposed to meet Catherine, Alessandro and Marine in Barcelona. Cat had sent me quite a good description how to get to Badal, so i could meet Marine at her place first and get rid of my luggage. After that we tried to catch Cat from the airport, which was kind of difficult, because she just walked by and was in the center before us...we just didn´t recognize her emerging through the security line :P
Later we met Alessandro in the center next to this big square where we decided to stay and have some beers. Catherines sister was with some friends in Barcelona as well, so we were seven people this night. One thing you can see in Barcelona at night (especially at this place) are some arabic people, selling beers on the street, walking from group to group, asking if you want a can of Estrella-Damm for one euro. And in between these people walking around with sixpacks, there was a strange looking guy with a huge orange towel hanging around his neck. He came to us, shouting "Cerveza, cerveza, give me cerveza!". Well, no. Then he got angry, repeated his request "Cerveza, cerveza!!" and threw a 20 cents coin on the floor. While getting it up, he tried to steel something! Pseudo-cheater - he stole a beer from me and i needed two seconds to realize that... But as Alessandro told me afterwards (Nice, to be german sometimes, don´t you think;), i told the guy (of course in a way that was apposite) to give me my beer back. He got even more angry: "Cerveza, cerveza, whiskey, kokain, heroin, something!!!" Lol.
Next day we did lots of sightseeing (Parc Güell, Sagrida Familia, the harbour...) and in the evening i was so tired that i slept on the couch, not able to move anymore. But Barcelona is really worth a visit, the weather was great, the town is beautiful, now i know why everyone likes it!

2006-09-06T03:23:00.000-07:00

Port what?

2006-09-05T08:40:00.000-07:00

[18.8. Spain] Port Bou ... there´s a trainstation, not more ... but it´s the way to go to Barcelona. If you ever get there, don´t believe the signs, it´s probably the right train!

By boat to St Mandrier

2006-09-05T07:08:00.000-07:00

[17.8.-18.8. Toulon] Toulon was not really on my way to spain, even so i decided to go there to visit Manue at her parents vacation house. Well, it was more a spontaneous decision that i did in the morning, so that Manue was in a difficult situation to get in time to the trainstation (late riser!) but the train was a bit late anyway. We took the ferry to St Mandrier, a french tourist-village on a small peninsula next to Toulon. Toulon is the second french Navy-harbour, so there are lots of military ships around, even a german one.
The peninsula is quite nice, many small sailing-boats, rocks, a beach (öhm, if the stones don´t bother you;) and the house was huge. I didn´t count the entrance-doors, but there must have been three, a swimmingpool, two kitchens .... The swimming pool was great btw, you could swim and see the sea down below - amazing!
A pity that i didn´t stay longer, a day was not enough, but i was lost in my time-table (german organisation)... But thanx for the great Lunch package, i would have been lost without i guess!

Odyssee in Montpellier

2006-09-04T11:39:00.000-07:00

[16.8.-17.8. Montpellier] Three funny things to do in Montpellier: 1. Search for Office du Tourism, 2. Search for Youth Hostel, 3. Search for a Camping Site.
1. Ok, maybe it was my fault, but i really could not find this damn Tourist-Office! I followed the signs, one after the other, until there was no sign anymore (remembers me on norway!), so i went straight on... i asked, went back, found it half an hour later.
2. "The Youth Hostel? That´s easy to find. Go this way, here´s a map!" Ja, great! A map! She marked the hostel, it´s number 59, should be easy! ... Ha! No way, i knew i was really close, maybe like 25 meters, but i could not find it. There were lots of young people, even with backpacks. I asked them, but they didn´t know either. The others couldn´t speak english, so i was pretty annoyed after half an hour running down this street up and down, knewing i was so close... When i finally found it, i knew why it was so hard: There are two signs, one hidden behind a huge tree, the other one three meters above your head on the wall where you have to walk by. :S
3. I was too late - the last bed got a drunk looking guy in front of me. The woman working there made me an offer: "You can wait here for two or three hours and see if someone does not show up." But it was already 6 p.m., so i decided to go to the tourist office again to ask for a camping site. "A camping site? Yes sure, that´s easy to find!" Ahhhhh... I heard that one before. But "easy" was not on my mind when i reached Lattes, a village south of Montpellier, by bus and tram. Let´s say there was a street, some buildings, a pizza shop and a sign, that told me: "Next camping site 4 km". Great! I took the next bus back to town...
In the bus i met Ophilia, a nice french girl, who wanted to leave to Australia as soon as possible. She couldn´t believe that i was looking for a camping site ("here?") but had neither a good idea where to look. So i went back to the Youth hostel, where i luckily could see, that i was not the only one who didn´t get a bed. Five or six people were sitting in front of the hostel, not knowing where to go. I was pretty tired, didn´t want to sleep in the park (Aleksis told us some spooky stories;), so i asked two dutch guys (Mark and David) if i can sleep in their room on the floor. No problem - was pretty easy to get in, put my luggage in, went back outside and used the 22 euro i saved for beers and food. With nine or ten people we went to two bars in town until 2 a.m. because the youth hostel closed at that time. Was a crazy group that night, like this german guy, who was drinking wine in small glasses (he looked more like Korn&Cola or Faxe&Bierschlauch) or the 16 year old Irish who stayed in the youth hostel during 14 days - alone. At last the two dutch invited me to Utrecht to show me some bars and their favourite coffeeshop. But Utrecht had to wait two weeks more, and i had to survive the naked guy in the youth hostel who slept in this dorm as well. I saw him the next morning, completely naked, running around, brushing teeth - oh, btw, he was 60 years old. Believe me, some things you never wanna see!

Avignon with luck

2006-09-04T04:30:00.000-07:00

[16.8. Avignon] I needed to change the train in Avignon and had two hours for a look inside town. Avignon has been the popes town for more than 100 years in the middleage - so i was interested for sure, at least in having a look at the popes palace and inner city. When i arrived in Barcelona, Marine told me, that Avignon is also the town of Emanuelle, the french guy from Odense who is one of the most annoying persons i ever met - good that i didn´t know before, i would have locked myself in the station-toilet instead making sightseeing...

Lyon - Auberge de Jeunesse

2006-09-04T03:38:00.000-07:00

[14.8.-16.8. Lyon] I still had some days left until i was supposed to meet Catherine and Alessandro in Barcelona, so i decided to go to Lyon for a day or two (thanx to Aleksis for the tipp). Experiencing some problems while taking the wrong bus, i finally found the youth hostel (need a Lonely Planet next time). The auberge de jeunesse is located on a hill next to an old cathedral, hard to walk up, but an amazing view across the town and the rivers Rhône and Saône. Btw one the best youth hostels i have ever been, the personal was really nice, the terrace was cosy and there were of course lots of nice people...;-> like Juditha and Daje who came from Norden (North of Germany), Raphael from Frankfurt a.M. who was travelling with a certificate from his parents because he was still 16 years old, Luke from Great Britain ("In the states they say ´fucking awesome´, in Britain we say ´fucking brilliant´"), Novak from Serbia who experienced some problems during travelling because of his passport (not EU), Krista from the States and Theron from Canada (same great humor as Oriane, must be typical canadian). We sieged the "Bar de la cathedrale" until they closed, met a weird french guy on the street (what the fuck was he doing there?) and the girls got some roses.
Next day we did some sightseeing with Juditha, Daje and Raphael (the others had left) and in the evening i was kind of a chaperon, while the one guy from the Youthhostel invited the two girls to his flat (he was 17), his car waiting outside with a box of beer and a friend of him - well, thanx for the beer :P!!

Raphael, Daje, Theron, Krista, Juditha, Luke and Novak.
The weird french guy in between.
Juditha, me and Anais, the four year old french girl, who was talking french to me all the time and discovered some mistakes in my french pronounciation... (C´est Lüon? Non, c´est Liiiiiiiiiiiion!).

Zoom Festival Winterthur

2006-09-03T10:32:00.000-07:00

[12.8. at night, Winterthur] Shortly before 12 p.m. we took the last train to Winterthur. We got onto the festival area really fast, because many people didn´t show up at all - the reason was that it was raining all night long. But equipped with rubberboots, an umbrella or at least a rainjacket we braved the elements... ca. until 4.30 at night, when Thomas´ austrian winterjacket was completely wet, either were my polish shoes, so we decided to return to Raphis flat. I knew the way, but we needed 1,5 hours at all, so we were pretty wasted when we came back. We promised the others, who came an hour later, that we will open the door, because we had the keys, but... it´s quite difficult to hear the bell with ear-plugs, which i put in because Thomas was snorring a lot (!). So Aleksis, Ieva and Inger had to get in by ringing at the neighbours place. Raphael came back at 10 in the morning, Martin was quite sure, that he had his jacket on and when i saw my shoes i knew i will think about festivals and rain in combination next time!

2006-09-03T09:54:00.000-07:00

The rain was a big pity for sure, but it still was a great festival, just a different experience. The fire, the lightshow and the music was pretty nice, just the motivation to look around the whole area was not so big, because it was some kind of mud-desert and difficult to get from point A to point B. In the newspaper the next day the festival-officials said, it might have been the last Zoom, but Raphi mentioned, that they say this every year. So if there´s a next Zoom-Festival, be sure, i´ll come...

Streetparade Zürich

2006-09-03T07:36:00.000-07:00

[12.8. Zürich Stadt] On saturday afternoon we enjoyed some sun in the park next to the lake and waited for the trucks from the streetparade. Sitting there we could watch many weird dressed people walking by, security officers looking for guys selling beers and the police watching out for any kind of drugs... f.x. laughing gas! There were 5-6 people maybe 30 meters from us selling the gas in blue balloons to everyone who wanted. Then the police came, first with two police men, later with 10 or 15, both sides were argueing (while one balloon after the other got filled with gas:-) and after half an hour the police went away without the bottle of gas - and on the bench the same procedure as usual!
When the trucks arrived it began to rain again, but there were still 800.000 people around downtown, dancing, drinking beer and watching. The only thing we were afraid of, was the Zoom Festival Area in the night where we wanted to go in any case. Raphi bought some rubberboots, but i decided to take the risk and go in my polish 69,- Zloty-shoes... which was, öhm, maybe not the best decision i ever made.

Züri, Heineken Baby-Beer and french cheese affairs

2006-09-03T06:10:00.000-07:00

[9.8.-14.8. Zürich] Passing by a beautiful landscape with lots of mountains i reached Zürich Mainstation via Innsbruck and Liechtenstein after seven hours, where Raphi and Inger picked me up. I was the first one to arrive, so i got a special sightseeing tour through town the first day and through some bars at night. By bike through town was quite an adventure (i was trying to follow Raphi...the accentuation is on trying!), took the Polybahn to university, went to the lake (Zürichsee), to El Local, Mata Hari (where this strange german guy was so proud that he tricked the german Treasury while telling everyone he could find) and to this dark-trance-Bar where all clothes that were not deep black, marked us beacon-like as non-dark-trance-followers, which was quite amusing to see - after all the nightlife in Zürich is very multifaceted! During the night i fell off my air-mattress two times (how´s that possible?!) hoping the next morning it was not because of the prices in Switzerland which scared me to hell (for comparison only: A menue at McDo costs 12,- Schweizer Franken which is more or less 8,- Euro). But as Martin, one of Raphis friends said later, you have to live and work in Switzerland to be able to afford life.
On thursday evening Aleksis and Ieva arrived by car, bringing four boxes of Heineken Baby-beer (0,15 l), several bottles of wine and a big box of french cheese that was smelling as strong as a big box of french cheese can smell like!

2006-09-02T14:13:00.000-07:00

At night and already ten minutes after we stepped into this night club we lost the french-lituanian-couple and couldn´t find them when we were looking for them after one or two hours;P. As an last attempt we watched behind this factory close by, noticing two people lying on the ground sleeping in front of the building (one looked like a french farmer ... yep, it was them;-)
The next day Thomas came from munich by train, making our round complete for the weekend, because Mark stayed in Odense, Tomas in Spain and Bernhard wanted to come some weeks later on his way back from Italy. We started a small party in Raphis and Ingers flat, together with Martin and Werner who already had been in Odense for a visit. I made some pictures for wastedpeopledotcom, enjoyed some Heineken Baby-Beer and fell off the mattress again ...

Austrian invasion in munich

2006-09-02T06:09:00.000-07:00

[7.8.-9.8. München] Österreichische Neustadt-Verplantheit in München (Ich kenn´ den Weg!) - sehr geil! Thomas was not in Innsbruck, but instead in Munich for his internship at Linde AG and what would be nicer than drinking a Mass with him before going to Zürich?! After 13 hours in several trains i stopped in munich for two days, had time enough to have a look around the town, buy a new book (i got Jack Kerouac addicted, finished the "Dharma Bums" and started with "On the road") and talk to Aleksis in a Internet-Café (we wanted to know when he was arriving in Zürich). The center of the town was infected by masses of german tourists (must have come from Strasbourg...) but in the evening we were able to find a place called "Favorit-Bar" where neither tourists nor furniture were around - great place.

Tortilla-Nights and lots of rain

2006-09-02T05:14:00.000-07:00

[5.8.-7.8. Poznan] I already wanted to visit Lukasz in may but i couldn´t afford it while i was living in denmark, so we made an appointment for a couple of month later. Lukasz could finally pick me up from the trainstation, i got rid of my luggage and we went out for some food and an odyssee of polish beer brands to the center of Poznan. It´s a pretty town especially in the center but you can still see the traces of a few decades of communism - modernism meets history. As Lukasz told me there are more than 3000 Bars, Pubs, Restaurants and Clubs and approximately 60.000 students - so really different from Odense or Kiel. First night we made a pub crawl and he showed me some of his favourite spots in town. There´s also a polish Smagløse (well, it looks like but the beer is cheaper) and we got quite wasted. We decided to eat something and then take a cab back home. I chose french fries while Lukasz voted for a Tortilla-Wrap... a decision he regretted the next morning, because he was spending all the night in the bathroom throwing up! But thanx to his endurance, he showed me around all day, visiting the main "tourist-spots", shopping malls (i needed shoes), botanical garden and his university, while the rain, that was already following me since Strasbourg catched me again in Poznan. Poland is quite a nice country which is much cheaper than denmark (Cheeseburger at McDo 2,- Zloty, a cab for 20 minutes 20,- Zlotys!) and for sure i have to go back, next time with a little bit of sunshine... Btw, it´s impossible to buy icecream in polish cinemas!

Berlin-Warszaw-Express

2006-09-02T04:17:00.000-07:00

[5.8. Train to Poznan] You have to pay an additional fee for some of the trains, despite you own an Interrail-Ticket, f.x. for the Berlin-Warszaw-Express. So € 14,95 for a reservation - and for sure an amusing company in the cabin where your seat is located. Down below you can see the people in my cabine: This ca. 110 year old american father with his 16 year old son, named Tyler (he was kind of phlegmatic) and this polish couple who turned out to be a porno-producer and his model! It was at that time, when i opened my second or third beer (Tyler didn´t want one;-), that the american dad asked the polish guy, who was btw speaking very good english (his web-site is located in the U.S.), what kind of business he was in. "I´m a fotograf!" "Which kind of fotograf?" "Well, ... it´s kind of fetish." That was one of the situations where you really have to restrain laughter :P. But this company was quite ok all the time, we talked a lot about poland and germany in general and in the end the american guy asked me if i am married - öhm, for heavens sake, no!

Frankfurt without Äppelvoj this time

2006-08-29T15:42:00.000-07:00

[4.8.-5.8. Frankfurt am Main] Going from Straßburg via Saarbrücken to Frankfurt, i met my old pen pal Gosia in the center after i spend some hours by my own, cooking coffee at the waterside, watching an exhibition and walking along the Zeil. Both of us could not remember when i´ve been there the last time, but it must have been 2003 or 04 to one of the Museums-Ufer-Parties... After cooking in Gosias new flat, meeting Lisa and drinking one bottle of red wine it started to rain like hell - so our motivation to go out and find a bar in the rain was not that big. But knowing that i had a 10-hour travel the next day it was maybe a good decision not to drink a jar of Äppler as intended.

"Do you speak english?" - "Non!"

2006-08-29T15:24:00.000-07:00

[3.8.-4.8. Straßburg] Since i have written this assignment about earthquakes, fires and whatever else in middleage Strasbourg last year, i wanted to go there and have a look by my own. I was pretty sure, i could find my way through town without a map cause i studied all the old maps in the library to see what was destroyed etc. Well, i was wrong! All i could find were lots of german tourists and some names of the streets i could remember. But Strasbourg is a beautiful town with many small streets apart from the tourist-stream, a nice river (guess what: tourists on boats, like an invasion) and a pretty good U-Marche where they have 22 different kinds of Camembert - welcome to France! On the camping-site however there was this friendly kind of guy, who refused to speak english, when i asked him. But when he was annoyed that i couldn´t understand his french (I still have the "Faix pas tas farouche-Level") he explained it in proper english ...

Bitte klingeln und warten

2006-08-29T14:57:00.000-07:00

[31.7.-3.8. Karlsruhe] I should stop starting a voyage without money in my wallet or without taking some food...especially when the train goes the direct way for six or seven hours. But anyway: After one year i went to Karlsruhe again to visit Torben, who got a nice new flat together with his girlfriend (wow, the kitchen is not the living room anymore;). It´s always nice to go to Karlsruhe, but the climate is kind of subtropical, i always need some days to recover after i got out of the train. The change of the flat got us to a new part of town as well, so not "Die Kippe" anymore, but therefore "Die Pinte", which is a pub where you have to ring and the barkeeper brings you to your table and it can happen, that someone is already sitting there - so you have to introduce yourself. Quite a weird but nice idea, especially because the pub has place for only twenty people!

Interrail-Trip, August 2006 (Anfang)

2006-08-29T14:34:00.000-07:00

After one month at home, doing some work to get money and sitting the rest of the time in my flat, it was time to leave! The weather was nice, i was bored at home anyway and there was an appointment we made almost half a year before, that we all will meet in Zürich! So i bought myself an Interrail-Ticket (all zones, four weeks, € 385,-).. and began packing my backpack to leave the next day. Pretty nice was the fact, that my danish residence permit was running until the 31st of August, so i was able to drive in Germany for free! That was like the last present from a great year in denmark i guess. Finally i left Kiel the 31st of July in a southward direction, having some good music with me, Jack Kerouacs "The Darma Bums" and a tent (you never know).

Hallo Spencer

2006-07-29T09:31:00.000-07:00

"Hallo, Leute von A bis Z, von Eins bis Hundert, von Norden bis Süden, von Osten bis Westen, da bin ich wieder, euer lieber, guter, alter Spencer!"
Nein wie geil aber auch! Die Show hatte ich schon fast komplett aus meinem Gedächtnis gestrichen... Dank Janna und einer Flasche Wein haben wir sie aber wieder Stück für Stück zusammengesetzt bekommen.. wobei ich dabei bleibe liebe Janna, dass ich das Baumhaus (Casa Maroni) als Wohnung dem Hausboot gegenüber bevorzugen würde;-> schon allein wegen des abgefahrenen Fahrstuhls mit dem Dingel-Licht! Das ist doch viel besser als so ´ne schippernde Sozialpädagoginnen-WG mit Hintergrundplätschern..
Aber ich will dich bei deiner Wohnort-Wahl natürlich nicht beeinflussen;-) also danke für die verloren gegangene Erinnerung und auf die nächste Flasche Wein nach meiner Rückkehr!

Hot, Hotter, My Room

2006-07-20T09:29:00.000-07:00

No doubt, this was the hottest day ever. Even for Chuck Norris.
Nutty as a fruitcake (i love this dictionary) i decided to go to University this morning, just to realize that it would have been a better idea to sit down on my balcony, make a spliff, drink ice-cold soda water and read a book... But instead of relaxing at home, i was trying to change one of my main study subjects without losing the back-up from the state.
But in the administration it was even hotter than outside, one reason why i decided not to ask the girl behind her desk more questions than necessary. But now, back home and only 5 feet away from either, fridge and balcony, i know exactly what i will do!

Chuck Norris Facts

2006-07-09T06:23:00.000-07:00

Chuck Norris war schon auf der Fusion unser Running Gag, wobei wir festgestellt haben, dass man a) eher männlichen Geschlechts und b) Fan trashiger 80ies-Streifen sein sollte, um hierüber zu lachen. Hier mal meine Top10:

1. Chuck Norris counted to infinity - twice.

2. When Chuck Norris falls in water, Chuck Norris doesn't get wet. The water gets Chuck Norris.

3. Chuck Norris does not sleep. He waits.

4. Chuck Norris doesnt shave; he kicks himself in the face. The only thing that can cut Chuck Norris is Chuck Norris.

5. In the beginning there was nothing...then Chuck Norris Roundhouse kicked that nothing in the face and said "Get a job".
That is the story of the universe.

6. The easiest way to determine Chuck Norris' age is to cut him in half and count the rings.

7. Chuck Norris doesn’t wear a watch, HE decides what time it is.

8. When Chuck Norris sends in his taxes, he sends blank forms and includes only a picture of himself, crouched and ready to attack. Chuck Norris has not had to pay taxes, ever.

9. Chuck Norris always knows the EXACT location of Carmen SanDiego.

10. If you spell Chuck Norris in Scrabble, you win. Forever.

Mehr auf: chucknorrisfacts.com

Fusion-Festival ´06

2006-07-06T15:03:00.000-07:00

Nach gut drei Tagen zu Hause konnte ich mich von dem Schicksal erlösen, von meinen Mitbewohnern nur noch "Küche" genannt zu werden, was wohl daran lag, dass ich mich täglich bis zu sieben Stunden dort aufgehalten habe, weil ich ja mein Zimmer noch nicht wieder in Beschlag nehmen konnte. Also ging es mit der von Achim organisierten Mitfahrgelegenheit Richtung MeckPomm... Der Fahrer ist beim Bund Hubschrauberpilot und bezeichnet sich selber als der "Erklärbär" (Generation Dieter Nuhr) und die beiden Mädels halsten mir sofort semi-gängige Fragen auf, wie etwa: "Möchtest du mal meine Gabbana-Sonnenbrille aufsetzen?" oder "Findest du nicht auch, dass die roten Gummibärchen besser schmecken als die gelben?" C´est infernale! ... Jedenfalls hab ich´s überlebt, sowohl Hin- als auch Rückfahrt und der erste Schock war wohl der schlimmste, auf dem Festival ging es eigentlich klar.
Achim und Robert hatten grandiose 80qm Plane gespannt, Absperrband gegen die Horden von Hippies ausgerollt die ständig durch unser Wohnzimmer vagabundierten und am Freitag gab es die geilste WM-Stimmung, die ich bisher erlebt habe ... 80 Leute und ein 33 cm Bildschirm mit Campingwagen-Empfang! Und auch der Live-sms-Ticker mit Frankreich war grandios; armer Aleksis - ich war beim Elfmeterschießen schon so neben der Spur, dass ich jeden deutschen Namen, der getroffen hat, per sms nach Frankreich geschickt habe;->
Nach fünf Tagen Fusion, geiler Musik, schrägen Leuten, zum Teil unerträglicher Hitze und staubigen Pisten ging es dann zurück in den Schülperbaum ... mal nicht in die Küche, sondern nach fast einem Jahr endlich wieder in mein Zimmer! Aber die nächste Fusion kommt bestimmt ...

80 Leute ...
... und der 33cm Bildschirm!
... und die Hangarbühne später am Abend.

Erasmus Life - Odense 2005/06

2006-07-04T06:14:00.000-07:00

Now it´s over and all i can give you are some memories … in this case my memories. I really enjoyed this Erasmus year with all of you. We had a great time together in the Common Kitchens, in Smagløse, Boogies, Munke Mose, Holland, Finland, Norway, Copenhagen, Aalborg, Rasmus Rask, downtown, in 7/11 and even sometimes in A-Bar! Some days and nights are inerasable burned in my brain ... like the night in Smagløse when we drank all the fisherman, or the weird norwegian couple, Helsinki Trainstation with no sleep at all, hunting rabbits in the Park with Yann and Mark, this great night when Lauriane and Emilie were singing, the i-have-never-night in Raphis room after which all people fell into the bushes, Yannous birthday in the Rasmus Bar (Pyjama!), the cottage night north of Esbjerg after the Holland Trip and all the other amazing stuff we have done together ...
I hope to see the most of you this summer ... thanx a lot for this Erasmus-year in Denmark!!!

Raphael (Switzerland)
Aleksis (France)
Mark (Holland)
Thomas (Austria)
Bernhard (Germany)

2006-07-04T06:08:00.000-07:00

Yann (France)
Manue (France)
Frida (Sweden)
Noriaki (Japan)
Lauriane (France)

2006-07-04T05:53:00.000-07:00

Silvia (Italy) & Leti (Spain)
Jana (Slowakia)
Charlie (France)
Emilie (France)

2006-07-04T05:50:00.000-07:00

Benoit (France)
Alessandro (Italy)
Ieva (Lituania)
Marie (France)
Catherine (France)

2006-07-04T05:46:00.000-07:00

Lukasz (Poland)
Oriane (Canada)
Yasmina (Spain)
Tomas (Bask Country)
Adele (France)

2006-07-04T05:31:00.000-07:00

Matthias (Germany)
Stella & Sabrina (Italy)
Clarisse (France)
Fanny (France)
Ulli (Roomie)

... and Ralf, Jeff, Fleming, Marine, Simon, Markus, Stefan, Marjola, Otilia, Pauline, Amondine, Sergio, Ines, Pierre-Marie, Xavier, Cecile, Lars, Hans, Helene, Josefine, Juliana, Yasmin, Tanguey, Jeremy, Olivier, Alejandro, Denise, Minde, Itasso, Nathan, Casey, Stavros, Mette-Line, Deborah, Jans, Alex, Sebastian, Antonis, Aida, Rocco, Gabriel, Luca, Santa Clause and all the others i have forgotten here …

Good Bye Odense ... finally

2006-06-28T05:41:00.000-07:00

Travelling with the DSB (Danske Statsbaner) is always an adventure. Almost. The difference between travelling with DSB and a real adventure is slightly, that an adventure is most of the time exciting and in some way funny or amusing. Travelling with trains in Danmark is instead not so funny. It´s not done with paying the ticket and just wait for the train. You also need to bring your luggage and lots of patience! If the train is supposed to leave at 14:04 it means more or less a delay of 30 minutes minimum or in generell 1 hour and 15 minutes … Well, in short, You have to wait in Odense trainstation for 1 hour and 15 minutes. Then the train is coming from Copenhagen with the direction Esbjerg. So you get in and you ask carefully if the train goes to Kolding. The answer: Yes, but not this waggon. So you get out again and run with all your bags to the exact place where your waggon should be but it got changed just a minute before and all you can see is a glimp of the backlights... And the other part goes back to Copenhagen - where else :S. No notification for the passengers, no waiting... and twenty people shouting “Fuck dig DSB!! That makes it more funny but brings you not in a better situation ”. So you wait two hours more for the next train which goes your direction. Guess what!? Too late … 1 hour and 15 minutes. And in between there is this fat child, that probably exists in every town, steps on top of your Notebook and all you get is an unfriendly undskyld. Finally, after three hours in semi-beautiful Odense Hovedbanegården, you get the train, but it is behind the schedule, so you miss all the other trains, because you have to shift three times ... So you ask in the train for further information and after a while you get to know, that there´s a Taxa waiting for you in Kolding to bring you to Padborg. Nice service ... wouldn´t there be the other passengers and the fact that you are getting hungry as hell (and no kroner left)! But at one time starving and listening to a 35 year old esoteric girl who gives talks on alternative medicine somewhere and interrupted by the 50 year old french guy, who was once a locomotive driver somewhere in France and now travels through Europe collecting Souvenirs to establish his own Train-Museum in Bretagne melts your brain - really! But several hours later, two trainshifts more and you can see the Skyline of Kiel ... 8 hours travel for 300 km! Thank you DSB ...

The french guy, Patrick Sovet from the Bretagne, with fotos of his museum ...

Nachtrag: Vielleicht sollte ich noch erwähnen, dass sich meine Französischkenntnisse auf die paar dreckigen Sätze beschränken, die Aleksis und Yannou mir beigebracht haben ... Dafür hab ich wohl noch ne Menge Infos aus der Flut Französisch rausgehört oder aber ich liege voll daneben und er war Vertreter für Haarpflegeprodukte ...

Deutschland vs. Schweden 2:0

2006-06-27T05:50:00.000-07:00

Sorry for last Saturday Frida!!? Finaaaaaaleeeeeeeee ;->

Rasmus Rask Kollegiet nr. 1407

2006-06-27T04:19:00.000-07:00

Schlechte Farbe - die Geißel der Menschheit. Sechs Stunden saubermachen, abkleben, malen und anschließend aufräumen haben sich nicht wirklich gelohnt. Insgesamt hat die Mafia-Bande der KBS 1800,- Kronen von meiner Kaution einbehalten. Wäre wohl besser gewesen, ich hätte nicht gemalt. Die Farbe hat trotz zweimaligen Malens überhaupt nicht gedeckt... Zugegeben, dass ich um 10:50 Uhr noch geschlafen habe, als der Hausmeister kam und alle meine Sachen noch im Zimmer verstreut herumlagen, war nicht besonders hilfreich aber eben auch nicht ausschlaggebend... Ziemlich praktisch war im Endeffekt allerdings, dass der Hausmeister auch vergessen hatte, meinen Raum nach der Übergabe abzuschließen, weshalb ich für die letzten Tage natürlich sofort wieder provisorisch eingezogen bin!

Kieler Woche Besuch im Schülperbaum

2006-06-20T04:48:00.000-07:00

Nach Charlies Good-Bye-Event im Smagløse ging es am Samstag morgen nach nur vier Stunden Schlaf auch schon gleich weiter nach Kiel. Dank Mathias´ Honda und Tomas für diese Morgenstunden ungewöhnlicher Bereitschaft zur umfangreichen Belustigung der Fahrgäste auf der Rückbank (indem er versuchte das Geheimnis der Kopfstütze zu lüften) konnten wir mittags im Schülperbaum aufschlagen, wo uns Deena großzügig ihr Zimmer überlassen hatte! Mehrere 6er-Träger Beck´s, einen Garip´s Döner und einen Kiellinienbesuch später entschieden wir uns allerdings doch erst einmal für den Schülperbaum und Fußball mit Jörg, Markus und Max, unseren 8-Monate alten neuen und wenn man nicht höllisch aufpasst, das Gesicht ableckenden, tierischen Mitbewohner ... Später ging es mit Anne und Harry zusätzlich im Gepäck Richtung Hafen & Halle 400 (wobei wir zunächst versucht haben, die Preetzer Ortsangaben von Anne auf die Kieler Woche zu übertragen, um sie überhaupt zu treffen;) ...
Wieder im Schülperbaum und einen "Pony" später haben sich uns dann noch Markus & seine Freundin angeschlossen ... an der Eggerstedtstraße und dem obligatorischen Schaulaufen sind wir zum Glück haarscharf vorbeigeschlittert und stattdessen in der Pumpe gelandet.

2006-06-20T04:38:00.000-07:00

Von der Pumpe ging es schließlich in den Weltruf, wo Markus auf der Treppe eine exzellente Darbietung gegeben hat, Anne dank Markus´ Zigarette im Astra den letzten Schluck nicht mehr wollte (Markus dafür umsomehr ...) und für Thomas nach einem Jägermeister definitiv Schluß war.
Und irgendwo zwischendrin muss sich Markus überlegt haben, dass man ja noch auf ein letztes Bierchen in die Kaskade gehen könnte, wobei auch die aufgehende Sonne kein Gegenargument darzustellen schien. Schließlich waren wir nur noch zu zweit, konnten feststellen, dass sich das Publikum in der Kaskade immer noch dezent weltoffen gibt und es Zeit ist, so langsam nach Hause zu gehen, wobei der Kieler-Local-Alcoholic aus dem Böll2 auf dem Rückweg eher witzig denn aufhaltend war, uns ein Super-Video beschert hat und auch die Nachbarin aus dem 3. Stock, die letztendlich bei uns morgens um 6:15 geklingelt hat, konnte mich nicht mehr aus der Ruhe bringen. Wer nun wo ihre Handtasche geklaut, einkassiert oder eben auch nicht einkassiert hat und warum die Polizeistation freundlich das Telefon abgenommen hat, als Markus ihre Mobil-Nummer angerufen hat scheint ein Rätsel bleiben zu wollen ...

Ein grandios geiler Abend!
Ich weiß jetzt so ungefähr, was mich erwartet, wenn ich in rund zwei Wochen wieder in den Schülperbaum einziehe ...

French Thiefs

2006-06-20T04:34:00.000-07:00

And thanx to Catherine for stealing my camera, it´s always a surprise to download the pictures and don´t remember that i took them the evening before :P ... But maybe you should practice a bit, to get your head completely on the picture, hehe ...

Charlies last Night

2006-06-20T03:35:00.000-07:00

The good guys go to heaven, the bad guys go to Smagløse ... Finally the Second-Semester-Clermont-Ferrand-Team dispersed with the departure of Charlie! But this Night is definitively one to remember - for sure somewhere in my Top-Ten of Smagløse-Evenings! I´m not sure, if the austrians farmer idea of buying a Havanna was a good one but everyone luckily survived and came back to Rasmus or HCØ in the morning - some with a short Intermezzo at Piccolo-Pizza or at the trainstation.

Tomas, Thomas, Jana, Ieva, Charlie, Aleksis & Marina our good looking spanish guest and Tomas´ wife ...

Jochen: "Meine Kamera hat keine Selbstauslöserfunktion!"
Thomas: "Doch, jede Kamera hat die."
Jochen: "Vielleicht ja in Österreich..."
Thomas: "Nein, jede!"
Jochen: "Meine nicht."

Gebrauchsanweisung

2006-06-16T08:08:00.000-07:00

Kein Aschenbecher:

Aschenbecher:

Nur so als Tip ... ;->

Næste station: Mange stop ö Fyne Gade

2006-06-16T03:18:00.000-07:00

Benoit & Marie left to Paris on Thursday morning. Now Rasmus Rask seems to get very empty finally...

So what to say in the end?
Thomas: "Benoit ist einer der verdorbensten, anstandslosesten und im Grunde seines Herzens liebenswerter kleiner Junge."
Aleksis: "Marie, je veux te baiser comme une sale chienne, et bouffer tes gros seins a plus en pouvoir...! Ta petite chatte m'excite, et je veux aussi bouffer ta boite a caca." Thanx a lot for great Boxcompetitions, Holland, Mangestopöfynegade and danish truck-stories... See both of you in Clermont-Ferrand!

Günter & Gerd

2006-06-14T17:38:00.000-07:00

Ganz Rasmus Rask steckt zur Zeit im WM-Fieber. Gestern haben die Franzosen mal wieder das KickOff unsicher gemacht (diesmal mit Megaphon), wobei ich gelernt habe, dass man als quasi-nicht-Franzose die Worte "Zizou" & "Connard" nicht zusammen erwähnen sollte - und schon gar nicht, wenn Frankreich gerade spielt :P ... das muss man sich ungefähr so vorstellen wie die Stille nach dem Schuss!

Heute wurde dann das zweite Vorrunden-Spiel Deutschland gegen Polen in der Rasmus Bar auf Großleinwand gezeigt! Anwesend waren fünf Dänen (nicht qualifiziert), dreißig Polen (rot-weiß), drei Deutsche (ganz klar in der Unterzahl), ein paar Franzosen und ein Italiener (alle unterstützungshalber und dankenswerterweise für uns)! Ungefähr tausend Torchancen später gab es dann in der 92sten Minute entfesselte Jubelrufe auf der deutschen Bank und den schönen Satz von Alessandro: "Cu in four years guys!"

Oder mit den Worten von Günter Netzer: "Von da an war Polen verloren."

Nachtrag: Am Morgen danach war übrigens der Briefkasten von Ulli und mir mit lauter Papiermüll vollgestopft. Ohne eine Vermutung zu äußern würde ich sagen, dass es mindestens einen schlechten Verlierer geben muss!

Vor dem Spiel ist nach dem Spiel

2006-06-09T14:46:00.000-07:00

Pünktlich zur WM habe ich die nötigen Maßnahmen ergriffen und meine 12 Wohnheimquadratmeter für die nächsten drei Wochen Fußball in DK eingerichtet. Dank TV-Karte, einem perfekten ARD/ZDF - Empfang und dem gemütlichsten Fernsehsessel Fünens steht dem Fußballvergnügen also nichts mehr im Wege.. Höchstens noch ein Sieg Frankreichs über die Schweiz oder meine Unmotiviertheit in bezug auf Fußballgesänge, einem Themenbereich, der in meiner Sturm & Drang-Phase entschieden zu kurz gekommen zu sein scheint :P ... Meine Kommentare beschränken sich meist auf rein unqualifizierte Beiträge (Nun schieß doch! Weg mit der Pille! Scheiß Schiri!) und dem Vorschlag anstatt "Einigkeit und Recht und Freiheit" lieber doch "Auferstanden aus Ruinen" zum Besten zu geben. Aber 4:2 gegen Costa Rica war ja schon mal kein allzu schlechter Start, das hätte auch Tante Käthe nicht besser machen können...
Freuen wir uns also auf grandiose Interviews mit Schweinsteiger, WM-Analysen von Günter Netzer und darauf, dass die Franzosen in der Vorrunde tierisch eins auf den Sack kriegen!

Frankreich vs. Dänemark

2006-06-04T07:17:00.000-07:00

Einige kulturelle Erfahrungen sollte man sich nicht entgehen lassen, etwa Fußballgucken mit zwanzig Franzosen in einer dänischen Sports Bar, wenn, sagen wir mal, Frankreich gegen Dänemark spielt. Oder etwa die französische Nationalhymne live und ungeschnitten, Zizou-Rufe oder Zahnbürstenautomaten in Fußballkneipen! Alles an einem Abend führt unweigerlich dazu, dass man einige Dinge begreift:

1. Zinedine Zidane ist ein Gott für die Franzosen.
2. Die WM rückt näher.
3. Dänen sind nicht im entferntesten so tolerant wie man immer meint.
4. 250,- Kronen sind nicht viel.
5. Skeptisch sein, wenn Portugiesen einen mit einem Vodka-Tabasco-Shot in der Common Kitchen begrüßen, sobald man die Türklinke berührt hat.
6. Sich fragen, warum man Tomas nachts um vier noch die Flasche Fisherman öffnen lässt.

Mit dem Kugelblitz nach Kopenhagen

2006-06-04T06:17:00.000-07:00

Kieler Ex-Diplomandenbesuch in Odense. Wir haben kurzerhand und nach spontaner Planung (!) unseren Kopenhagen-Trip doch noch in die Tat umgesetzt.. Irgendwie ist es uns dabei gelungen, genau die zwei Tage rauszufischen, an denen die Sonne sich entschlossen hatte, doch noch ein wenig herumzuscheinen, was wirklich ungemein angenehm war. Mit dem roten Kugelblitz ging es also am letzten Mai-Donnerstag über den Store Bælt Richtung Sjælland. Die Fahrt über die Brücke ist immer wieder ein Erlebnis ... aber leider muss man für die Rundum-Sicht auch noch ziemlich in die Tasche greifen: 400 dänische Kronen für hin&zurück! Aus Mangel an Geld (und dem Wunsch, in zwei Tagen mehrere Hot-Dogs zu essen) und der spontanen Ausgangslage haben wir dann auf dem Campingplatz in Brøndby übernachtet, wo ich mich gegen nächtliche Versuche, mich von der Iso-Matte zu schieben, erwehren musste, um nicht eines grausamen Kältetods zu sterben! Mehrere Hotdogs, Designmuseen, Einkaufsstraßen (nej, men dog ikke Strøget), Meerjungfrauen, Botanische Gärten und Richtungsdiskussionen weiter waren wir uns einig, dass wir beide die Straßenkarte aus dem Touri-Büro jeweils falsch herum gehalten haben. Ausserdem konnte ich Iris nach ca. einer halben Stunde verständlich machen, dass Dänemark, Bäcker und Brötchen nicht unbedingt drei Begriffe sind, die man ohne weiteres einfach zusammen in einen Topf schmeißen könnte! Findet man in Deutschland an fast jeder Ecke einen Bäcker, so gibt es in Dänemark stattdessen an jeder Ecke mindestens einen Schuhladen, was wahrscheinlich bedeutet, dass sich Deutsche überdurchschnittlich viel um Essen und weniger um Schuhe scheren und Dänen sich im Gegenschluß dazu entschlossen haben, den männlichen Teil der Bevölkerung mit überdimensionalen Schuh-Schaufenstern und großen, grellen Tilbud-Schildern zu traktieren ... Am Samstag waren wir von Schuhen unversehrt und um einige H&M Souvenirs reicher wieder in Odense - gerade rechtzeitig, um die Sonne untergehen zu sehen und vor dem Regen und zum Pastakochen zu fliehen.

Da war doch noch was ...

2006-05-30T13:24:00.000-07:00

Euh ... as promised here´s a photo from our Norway-Trip which we did in November with Frifri (the french girl;-), Aleksis and Yannou. It was a one week trip in a french car with summerwheels in lots of snow, norwegian law-experiences, Oslo, Bergen, cold Cottages and selvfølgelig ... norwegian locals! Some guys from the trip might be offended if i tell the story of the following picture now ... so just ask me later, hehe!:P

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Fyn er ikke Danmark

2006-05-21T10:02:00.000-07:00

Totally lost this morning ... Eigentlich wollten wir uns um 13:30 an der Bar treffen, um zum letzten Spiel der Saison zu gehen: Odense Boldclub gegen FC Nordsjælland (OB-FCN)! Und wer war natürlich nicht am Treffpunkt:P ... Da das Stadion aber nicht allzu überfüllt war (ich bin mir absolut sicher, dass ich in der siebenunddreißigsten Minute einen Bonanza-Busch durch die Ränge habe rollen sehen), hat es noch schnell für ´ne Dusche und zwei Toast gereicht. Der Fanshop hatte ganz moderate Preise (was man vom Bierstand nicht behaupten kann) und so sind wir alle um ein Trikot reicher. Charlie, Benoit und Aleksis haben unentwegt Zidane (Zizou!) angefeuert:S, Alessandro bekam einen kleinen Kulturschock beim Bestellen eines Fransk-Hotdogs ("Majonaise .. that´s worldwide the name for this sauce ..worldwide! And he gave me Ketchup!") und Thomas hat das erste Tor verpasst. Am Ende stand´s 2:1 für den FCN und die OB-Fankurve konnte letztendlich Dänen von Franzosen unterscheiden!

Au revoir Noriaki!

2006-05-19T14:34:00.000-07:00

Our Japanese is going back to Tokio! Nori left this morning after one last night in Smagløse and A-Bar with us.. Thank you for two semesters of the japanese way of life! I hope the french people didn´t scare you too much :P ... and you got rid of the german humor finally (not to mention my stupid jokes)! Take care and drink a saké with us in mind when you have arrived. Kampai!

Frifri is back!

2006-05-16T11:07:00.000-07:00

After five month being in Canada our great, awesome and handsome Frida is back in Odense for one week..;->!!! No question, we made a party for her for sure. No revolution, demonstration or rebellion without Frifri - we know eventually the law, don´t we;-)

Hafengeburtstag & Holland-Trip

2006-05-16T10:30:00.000-07:00

Nach einer Woche Holland mit Aleksis, Benoit, Ieva, Jana und diversen Campingplätzen sowie einer kaputten Luftmatratze hatte ich ja eigentlich gedacht, dass ich erst einmal ausschlafen könnte... Leider hat mir unser Renault am Samstag Morgen um 7:00 einen Strich durch die Rechnung gemacht, als er lautstark behauptet hat, er müsse zurück zu Europcar! Naja.. jedenfalls war dies nun der inzwischen dritte Trip mit Alex, einer Menge Spass (Fyn? Uschtschitschop? Undskyld!) und sehr geilem Wetter. Leider sah ich die letzten Tage so aus wie eine zu rot gewordene holländische Tomate auf Export-Urlaub aber auch damit lässt es sich ganz gut aushalten denke ich .. Ich hänge einfach mal ein paar Bilder ran, die so ungefähr unsere Strecke Hamburg->Groningen->Utrecht->Rotterdam->Amsterdam->Groningen->Esbjerg->Odense wiedergeben:->

Die Bekloppte Handtaschendänin

2006-05-03T13:01:00.000-07:00

Man kann sich drüber streiten, ob das Crazy Daisy wirklich einen Besuch wert ist. Wenn man eine Flasche Wodka und die dazugehörige Flasche Soda für 100 Kronen bekommt, dann kann man jedenfalls lieber währenddessen oder auch später darüber diskutieren. Drinnen war das Publikum eher von der Sorte "survival of the fittest" wie Mark ironischerweise bemerkte, nachdem er von der Herrentoilette wiederkam. Und wo ich grad bei Mark bin ... der hätte vorher lieber doch was essen und später nicht in den großen Busch längs der Straße fahren sollen! Draußen vorm Crazy Daisy wartete allerdings noch eine andere Überraschung auf Noriaki und mich. Als ich mein Fahrrad aufschloß fiel es zunächst zur Seite (machen Fahrräder ja manchmal, liegt an den nicht vorhandenen beiden anderen Rädern (s. unter Auto)) und fiel auf ein anderes Fahrrad. Und das auf ein anderes. Und das wiederum auf noch ein anderes. Domino um 2:30 Uhr nachts. Eine Dänin fands hingegen nicht allzu lustig und lief kreischend, keifend und was nicht alles auf mich zu, schnappte sich kurzerhand meine Tasche, die neben mir auf dem Boden stand und schlug auf mich ein! Aber hallo - wie im Comic, wenn die alte mit dem Zwitschervogel Tweetie auf den Kater einschlägt, obwohl der doch nur Hunger hatte. Naja, jedenfalls kam dann noch ihr kleiner (!) Bruder, der sich dachte, dass ein Fahrrad schmeißen vielleicht die richtige Lösung wäre, sich dann aber dazu entschied, wüste Beschimpfungen auf mich loszulassen. Seine dänischen habe ich wahrscheinlich genauso wenig verstanden wie er meine deutschen. Zum Glück hatte ich nur meine grüne Tasche mit und nicht etwa, sagen wir mal, eine Gartenharke oder einen Spaten! Man weiß ja nie ... war bestimmt ne Sozialpädagogin...

Gipsy-time im Rasmus Rask

2006-04-27T14:56:00.000-07:00

Wir haben den ersten warmen Tag genutzt und ein spontanes Lagerfeuer vor der Bar entfacht. Drei Sechserträger Vestfyen (Fyn?) später, unterbrochen von reger Holzbeschaffungskriminalität, und aus den vier Leuten waren plötzlich dreißig geworden. Das Feuer rauchte mehr als es Wärme ausstrahlte aber dafür haben wir dann am nächsten Tag auch wie eine Bande Lagerfeuer-Gipsy´s gerochen. Allen voran Aleksis, der sich aus alter Gewohnheit ums Feuer gekümmert hat und dafür im Campingwagen schlafen dufte. :P

Retro-Palästinenser

2006-04-23T05:46:00.000-07:00

Vielleicht sollte ich das mit dem Palästinenser zunächst erklären. Während ich in der Schlange zum Retro in Odense mit einem Freund, einem Franzosen, englisch gesprochen habe, spricht uns der Typ hinter uns an, woher wir denn kämen. Ganz normale Frage, normales Gespräch - er kommt aus Palästina, mag zwar Dänemark, würde aber gerne zurück, kann´s aber nicht. Als Europäer setzt man sein "ohja, ist nicht gerade einfach bei euch im Land-Gesicht auf" zumal ich mir nicht anmaße, die Situation im Nahen Osten auch nur ansatzweise zu verstehen. Fakten und Daten sind dabei das eine, aber Verstehen das andere! So weit so gut - als jedoch der Junge mitbekommt, dass ich Deutscher bin, fängt er plötzlich an, überschwenglich seine Sympathie für alle Deutschen zu bekunden. Wir hätten ja schließlich die Juden umgebracht und das sei ja schon was wozu man uns beglückwünschen könne. Ich war sprachlos. "Welcher Film läuft denn hier gerade ab?" dachte ich mir, während ich verzweifelt nach einer angemessenen Reaktion suchend mein Hirn zermarterte. Ich habe es mit diskutieren versucht, was nur noch mehr haarsträubende Ansichten seinerseits hervorbrachte. Danach taten der Franzose und ich wahrscheinlich das einzig Richtige: Wir brachen das Gespräch ab und ignorierten den Palästinenser. Ich möchte nicht abstreiten, dass es Länder und Regionen gibt, in denen sich durch täglichen Druck, Gewalt und Diskriminierung Meinungen manifestieren, deren der im Frieden und Wohlstand lebende Mitteleuropäer gedanklich nicht habhaft werden kann. Aber den Holocaust zu verteidigen ist ja fast noch schlimmer als ihn zu leugnen. Ob man da allerdings noch unterscheiden sollte, ist fraglich. Mir jedenfalls war schlecht danach - wie krank ist das denn auch bitteschön!