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|Tuesday, May 23rd, 2006|
Mexico war echt Klasse, das Wetter war meistens schön (teilweise etwas bewölkt, was durchaus willkommen war), das Ferienresort bzw. der Hotelkomplex, in dem die Konferenz war, war ziemlich weitläufig und grün und hatte ein großes Schwimmbad in der Mitte. Ich war mit fünf anderen Deutschen in einem 6-Bett-Zimmer untergebracht, was ein paar Klassen besser war als die Luftmatratzen/Schlafsack Turnhalle bei der letzten Konferenz 2003 in Oslo. Offenbar hatte ich mich doch zu spät angemeldet, jedenfalls bekam ich keine der Essensmarken und musste mich selbst drum kümmern. Am ersten Tag nach der Ankunft wäre ich dann auch fast gestorben (naja, nur fast...), auf der Suche nach einem Geldautomaten in der anliegenden Stadt; ich bin stundenlang rumgeirrt und hatte den ganzen noch nichts getrunken und nur einen Apfel gegessen. Als ich ihn dann endlich gefunden hatte (versteckt in einer Apotheke) war kein Geld mehr in dem Automaten und mein Durst wurde immer schlimmer. Gerade als ich wieder zurück zum Hotel wollte um jemanden um Wasser anzubetteln kam ein Geldtransporter mit Leuten mit Schrotflinten. Ich stellte mich also auf die andere Strassenseite und wartete nochmal verzweifelt 20 Minuten. Dann endlich war ich dran, und weil Mexikanische Pesetas und Amerikanische Dollars beide mit `$' abgekürzt werden, habe ich zur Sicherheit erstmal nur 200$ abgehoben - 20 Euro. Naja, irgendwann kam ich dann, kurz vor dem Tode zu Getränken und Obst.
Ansonsten war es durchaus ein Vorteil, nicht im Hotel essen zu müssen, etwa 80 anderen ging es genauso, darunter einigen ganz guten Freunden von mir. Wir sind dann meistens irgendwann nach dem Aufstehen zusammen zum Markt in die Stadt nebenan gegangen, wo einer Tortilla-Stände extra für uns die ganze Woche aufgemacht hatte. Dort gab es dann für einen Euro unglaublich gute Tortillas oder Quesadillas sowie frisch gepresste Obst-Säfte. Abends bin ich auch ein paarmal mit Micah und den anderen zu Restaurants in die Stadt gegangen, was jedesmal sehr, sehr gut war (bis auf den letzten Abend, wo ich etwas wirklich scharfes abbekommen habe, was ich vor lauter Brennen im Mund nicht aufessen konnte; Gut war es aber trotzdem)
Nachts war dann immer Party mit mexikanischem Bier oder Tequila oder was den Leuten sonst so gefallen hat. Viele der Leute kannte ich ja schon von vorigen Konferenzen und einige schon seit langer Zeit über das Internet von Mailing-Listen oder Internet Chat und habe sie in Mexico das erste Mal tatsächlich getroffen; leider konnte auch einige gute Freunde diesmal nicht kommen. Einmal habe ich mit ein paar Leuten Nachts Fussball gespielt, einmal haben wir mit Limetten hack-a-sack (bzw. hack-a-lime) gespielt. Einmal sind wir einen Nature-Way durch den anliegenden Urwald gelaufen und haben uns auf einer Lichtung mit Mangos beschmissen.
Unter der Woche haben wir einen großen Ausflug zu den Pyramiden (bzw. deren Ruinen) von Xochicalco gemacht, das war ziemlich interessant vor allem wenn man sich deren Alter (erstes Jahrtausend AD) ins Gedächtnis ruft. Zu den Ruinen wurden wir in acht funky 50/60er Jahre Bussen aus den USA gefahren; meine (zufällig zusammengewürfelte) Gruppe hatte das Glück (je nachdem) den `Macarena'-Bus zu treffen, mit allerlei Klimbim vom Busfahrer und Playboy-Logos auf den Gas und Bremspedalen. Er hat dann die ganze Zeit Euro-Dance oder Latino-R'n'B gespielt und die Spanier und Lateinamerikaner an Bord haben das alles in eine große Party verwandelt. Nach den Pyramiden ging es zu einem Essen in eine kleines Dorf. Dort gab es ein Buffet für einen unglaublich geringen Preis pro Person und das Essen war fantastisch, vermutlich das Bester während meines gesamten Aufenthalts.
Ansonsten gab es noch ein offizielles Dinner in einer kleinen Stadt in der Nähe; ein paar andere Leute und ich haben die Chance genutzt schon ein paat Stunden vorher dorthin zu gehen und uns die örtliche Kloster und deren Museum anzuschauen. Das Kloster ist offenbar eines der ältesten in Mexico und noch direkt von Cortez in Auftrag gegeben, die spezialität sind mumifizierte Leichen, mein Spanisch hat aber nicht ausgereicht um jetzt genau mitzubekommen, ob die Leichen durch "ein Wunder" mumifiziert wurden oder ob sie nach dem Tode einbalsamiert etc. wurde.
Das Formal Dinner selber war viel interessanter als erwartet, es fing an mit einer Mariachi-Band und einem Buffet. Bevor es jedoch zum Essen kam, gab es einen Eklat mit einem eh schon ziemlich zweilichtigen Konferenz-Teilnehmer (der das ganze Projekt schon seit Jahren mit Frauenfeindlichen Parolen und anderen abstrusen Geschichten tyrannisiert hatte), der offensichtlich eine Prostituierte mitgebracht hatte und den einige daraufhin rausschmeissen wollten. Dann begann es furchtbar zu regnen und irgendwann hielt das Wellblech-Dach nicht mehr stand und es begann durchzuregnen. Ich beeilte mich mit einem Essen, denn es wurde immer schlimmer, bald war der ganze Tisch nass und am Ende erlebten wir einen wahren Wasserfall an einer Seite der Halle. Das war der Moment, als auch noch der Strom ausfiel... Die Leuten haben dann für ein paar Minuten den Raum mit Handy-Displays und Foto-Blitzen aufgehellt, bis schliesslich das Spektakel zu Ende war. Danach sind die meisten Leute nach Hause, und ich habe mich mit ein paar anderen auf die Suche nach einem offenen Supermarkt gemacht, da es nichts mehr zu trinken gab und die Strassen waren ein einziger Wasserfall.
Nach dem Ende der Konferenz bin ich noch mit ein paar Freunden (ein Schweizer, ein Holländer und der Rest Amerikaner; eine davon glücklicherweise mit Peurto Ricanischen Wurzeln) zwei Tage nach Mexico City gefahren. Wir hatten Glück, wir haben eine wirklich billige Jugendherberge 100 Meter enfernt vom Zocalo, dem Hauptplatz der Stadt, gefunden (und zwei der Zimmergenossen waren von Hewlett-Packard und haben das Zimmer als Geschäftsreise bezahlt :) ) Zusätzlich war an dem Abend eine große Gewerkschaftsdemo auf dem Zocalo mit tausenden von Menschen, und nach dem Abendessen sind wir dorthin zurück, wo inzwischen Gratis-Konzerte waren und dann eine Techno-Party. Wir sind dann später noch auf die Dachterasse von der Jugendherberge im 7. Stock, von der man (vor allem beim Frühstück am folgenden Morgen) einen tollen Überblick über Mexico City hatte. Die anderen sind dann weiter durch Mexico getourt (ich musste ja am Abend zurück nach Deutschland) und ich habe mich in Mexico City umgeschaut. Später habe ich dann einen der Tourismus-Stadtrundfahrt Busse betreten und tatsächlich zwei andere deutsche von der Konferenz getroffen! Wir waren dann noch Nachmittags zusammen essen und sind dann zum Flughafen gefahren, dann war es vorbei.
|Monday, April 24th, 2006|
The weekend kicked off with visit to the beergarden in Garching with some people
from my research group, Wolfgang Eisfeld, Andreas Motzke, Andreas Markmann and
Mehdi Bounar. The weather was really nice, but it was getting a bit cold after
the sun set and I only had a sweatshirt with me. Nevertheless, I stayed until
around 10 PM because it was quite funny and relaxing. The table behind us had
about a dozen people probably from the university as well. It looked like it
was one of the guys' birthday, at least new people arriving brought small
presents along. At one point, he got up and was about to deliver a speech. As
he was standing only about a metre away from (apparently) his girlfriend, and
she looked up expectingly to him, I mentioned "Is he going to propose to her?".
The other guys at my table laughed quite a bit at it, which he noticed, so he
greeted us as well, as he was not past the welcome greeting yet. Andreas
Markmann then said "We just thought you might propose now" which caught him so
much off guard (and his girlfriend as well) and instantly killed his speech that
I later thought he might have really had that in mind and I was feeling a bit
sorry for him.
On Saturday, I first went to the university for a bit and then decided to go
outside as long as the sun was shining (local rainshowers were forecast), so I
went to the Aumeister Beergarden to have a Mass of Radler and read a bit further
in my current Philip Roth novel. It turned out that I was lucky and a Jazz band
was playing in the beergarden as well, which provided for some pleasent
background music while reading. In the evening, I went to the Backstage
together with Andreas Markmann where the semi finals of the `Emergenza' band
competition took place. Andreas went to the previous round last weekend and
apparently liked it so we decided to go again. Eight bands played (we missed
the first) for 25 minutes each, the music was reggae, independent and hardrock.
The gigs were alright, but some of them lacked enthusiasm a bit. The hardrock
was really loud, though, I had to retreat to the back of the place while Andreas
was busy poshing around in front the stage. After the band competition the
regular saturday `Freak Out' party started and we danced for a long time to the
music (mainly independent, with some rock, hiphop or pop exceptions) until we
called it quits at around 5 AM. This was the first time in quite a while that I
went to bed after sunrise. It was a great night, but I was left with an
unsettling mute combined with a high-pitched noise in my ear.
Naturally, I had a hard time getting into gear on Sunday. Around 3 PM I
finally decided that enough is enough and went to the Englischer Garten to read
a bit more, eyeing the clouds suspiciously every once in a while. The sund was
mostly gone by 4:30, so I went to the Pinakothek der Moderne for half an hour
of more reading in the current `Ort und Erinnerung - Nationalsozialismus in
Muenchen' exhibition. I have been to this one for the third time now (never
managed to have more than 30 minutes before they closed), but there is a lot of
information, I still haven't read half of it. It is a bit strange to have this
thorough exhibition on the history of Munich's involvement in national
socialism in the architecture section of the Pinakothek der Moderne, but
apparently the directory of that section is very committed to this part of the
city's history and no other place (like the Stadtmuseum?) could be found until
now. After being brushed out by the grumpy museum guards a couple of minutes
early, I went on to watch Bundeliga in a pub while having a Weissbier. After
that I decided walk by the Volktheater to see whether there were any tickets
left for the Tuesday or Thursday shows of their `Radikal Jung' festival, which
features half a dozen productions by young directors from all over germany. I
already tried that on Saturday for Sunday's `Die Leiden des jungen Werther'
(which started the festival), but it was sold out already. So I was pleasantly
surprised that just when it was about to be my place in the queue, one of the
officials announced that they decided to sell tickets for the first row (they
wanted to leave it empty due to slight sight restrictions) for 6 EUR each (due
to those sight restrictions). The sight restrictions were not severe at all
(or any different to the second row, really) and the production rocked
literally, having a live drummer (and occasional guitars) and featuring a
couple of Nirvana songs (and a Kurt Cobain lookalike as Werther). The audience
discussion with the director was quite interesting afterwards and cleared up a
couple of questions I unconsciously had, I need to see whether it is still
getting played at its original location, the Schauspiel Frankfurt.
|Tuesday, January 4th, 2005|
|From Christmas to New Year and beyond
I spent christmas at my grand mother together with my family (like every year).
I left early on Monday though, in order to drive back to Frankfurt and meet with
my friends at the Joe Peña in Frankfurt (like every year), which was really
It took us quite a lot of time to figure out what to do in order to celebrate
New Year's. Finally, we decided (only a couple of hours early, like every year)
to join Taka, his sister Manami and Bille, as well as a couple of their friends
eating Raclette at their place in Frankfurt. Tina and Patricia went to a party
in Seligenstadt and Oli was in Darmstadt, so 'we' consisted of Tobi, Anna, Marco
and me. The Raclette was very nice and afterwards we walked to the Main queues.
We passed by the Hauptwache and the Römer, which was a rather bad move, as a lot
of people had already started to shoot up fireworks, and not always towards the
sky. Nevertheless, we made it relatively safe and on-point to the Eiserner Steg
and watched the fireworks and celebrated. Afterwards, Marco left us and we went
back to Taka's place to play some games and party on.
On second of January, Patricia celebrated her birthday at the 'Eat Men Drink
Women' Bar in Frankfurt, which was very nice as well. We even decided to go out
clubbing afterwards and hit the Kinkamehameha Club until they dropped us all
|Tuesday, December 7th, 2004|
Over the weekend I have been in Cologne again. This is the third time in a row that
I went there together with the other guys to 'Nikolauskneipe' of our fellow
student association (called `Suevia') there. Unfortunately, Ulrich and Bene did
not come along, but I met Florian there again (who stayed in Utrecht since
summer) and Erich as well (who I have not seen a lot recently). I drove to
Cologne together with Martin and Clement, and once we arrived late Friday we
found out that all people were at another student association's party, which we
promptly joined. The party was pretty crowded and the music was quite nice. One
had to buy coupons at the entrance, so I decided to have four Koelsch for
starters. However, it then turned out that they actually sold Koelsch in 0.5
litre quantities, as opposed to the 0.2 bits I anticipated. I only found out
today that one could have actually given back unused coupons, but back then I
decided to just drink them. Martin started to chat at two blond girls, but they
quite made a point they only think older guys (at least 30 years old) are really
worth talking to and soon left, to my moderate relief. Eventually, we met the
other guys I knew already and had some more drinking fun. I talked a while to a
guy studying pedagogics, which was really interesting. Already well after
midnight, Alex arrived at the party together with a friend. As the parties
happened on two floors, we decided to leave the main floor and hit the
chill-out/cocktail area where there were sofas and chairs to relax and slightly
different music. After some more chatting, Martin and I went home (Clement had
left already, he was on antibiotics anyway as I found out earlier) at about 3 AM
(of course, Alex partied on until the early morning, as usual)
The next morning (after managing to wake up Alex), we hit downtown Cologne. Or
rather, it hit us. I have seen a lot of people together at one place before
(usually during concerts or street festivals), but this was the first time I was
annoyed at walking around at perfectly normal shopping hours through perfectly
normal shopping streets and not being able to really move independently from the
masses. The others had a nice breakfast at Burger King (of course, we did not
get a seat and they had to eat while standing in the restaurant), then walked
around some until we finally arrived at the cathedral. At this point, it is
worth pointing out that it was bloody freezing (which was slightly less of a
problem when we were sandwiched by other people). Omar would not arrive until 2
PM, so we decided to have a stroll at the Rhine (where it was even colder).
After we finally picked up Omar at the main station, we visited the cathedral
(quite cold in there, but better than walking outside). I have been to the
cathedral a couple of times now, but it is always impressive. Afterwards, I left
the others (who went to the chocolate museum) and headed for the Subway at the
Rudolfsplatz, where I met Tobias Wolter (towo) and Marc Brockschmidt (HE) from
the Debian project (and where it was warm). Well, they do not have Spicy-White
bread in Cologne's Subways but apart from that, no surprises there. Except that
the `sandwich-artists' (which is the official title, as far as I know) where
pretty childish (but good looking) and screamed at each other through the whole
restaurant quite a bit. Towo and HE turned out to be really humorous and funny
persons, teasing each other all the time. Surely some of the nicest Debian
people I have met so far.
I met the others again at the bus station and we went back to the Suevenhaus in
order to prepare for the `Kneipe' that night. A Kneipe is a traditional way of
partying among student associations. In short, it amounts to an ordered way of
singing and drinking and is usually great fun, especially the non-official
parts. Somewhat longer, it is conducted by somebody called `president', who
(along with a couple of others) wears a traditional uniform. The traditional
student songs are accompanied by a piano (the guys in Cologne studies music, so
he knew about this). Afterwards, the party went on until the early morning (at
least for Alex, who went to bedroll at 8:30 AM; I decided to sleep sometime
between 3 and 4 AM) and rocked. The next day, we did not do much except getting
up (slowly), having lunch at a nearby restaurant and then driving home. Over the weekend, I managed not to get as drunk
as the years before (two years ago, I stepped (barefooted) into the glass shards of a water bottle I managed to make fall over and break, and Anderl had to wipe up the blood...), but it was great fun nevertheless. Paying for the rented car sucked, though.
|Tuesday, November 30th, 2004|
|Gauguin, van Gogh bis Dali
Yesterday, Andrea and I went to the Hypo Kunsthalle
for the current exhibition
of paintings from the Museum Folkwang
in Essen (which was the first modern
museum in Germany). Although the exhibition is named after the three big
painters Gauguin, van Gogh and Dali, a lot of other artists were present as
well. In fact, there was only one (albeit very nice) painting by Dali and only
few by Gauguin and van Gogh.
Lyonel Feininger, 'Gelmeroda IX'
However, as I have been to Dali exhibitions before, I was
rather pleasantly surprised. There were a lot of Nolde, Kandinsky, Picasso and Klee paintings amongst many others from the Brücke (e.g.
Schmidt-Rottluff) and Blauer Reiter (e.g. Marc) connections, as well as other
french and german impressionists and expressionists. Many of those were really
stunning and beautiful, some of them I saw already elsewhere. The ones we
liked most were 'Hutladen' by Macke, 'Der Rote Turm von Halle' by Kirchner and
'Gelmeroda IX' by Feininger.
Ernst Ludwig Kirchner, 'Der rote Turm von Halle'
Besides the paintings, there were also a lot of contemporary sculptures and,
surprisingly to me, sculptures and other pieces of art from old cultures like
Egypt, China, Japan, Greece and Papua-Neuginea. Sometimes they blended nicely
into the surrounding art, sometimes they looked a bit like they were used to
fill up the exhibition space.
August Macke, 'Hutladen'
After doing one tour, Andrea and I decided to go through the Kunsthalle again
and have another look at the paintings we liked most. There really are some
great paintings there and I have to say I enjoyed it a lot as I have not been to
an art gallery in a while.
|Thursday, November 4th, 2004|
Over the last few weeks I managed to mostly get my life organized and on track
again, after some months of rather not doing anything in particular. I had
already decided to stay both in Munich and with the same research group I did
my master thesis in a while ago (turning down the other opportunities was
pretty hard to do), but then got dragged away with other stuff and the
impossibility of finding a new apartment in Munich.
First, I got my car repaired so that I was able to drive bigger distances again
without fearing of it breaking down. I had to replace two tires and one of the
front wheel bearings. Then, I finally fetched my diploma certificate, making it
all official. The next item was harder - finding a new place to live.
Initially, things looked a bit better than four years ago when I first came to
Munich looking for a room. However, those first offerings did not quite suit
me, so I decided to look for something else. Within time, I got more and more
dragged into the easily anticipated stream of first year students looking for a
place as well. Sometimes, I was inspecting a room together with half a dozen
other people, usually just leaving my number without hope of ever being called
back. I was lucky one time with a guy whose girlfriend went to Sudan for Aerzte
ohne Grenzen. We talked for about an hour at his place (which was located in
central Schwabing) which was really nice. However, the room was only up for a
limited amount of time, so I finally let that pass as well when he offered it
In the end, everything turned out well when Luca phoned me and proposed to
start a WG together with him and Florian, one of his colleagues. I gladly
accepted and we found a pretty big flat in Ruemannstrasse (right at the
crossing of the Petuel tunnel and Leopoldstrasse). The rooms are not that big,
but we have a huge living room and two small bathrooms, along with a long
balcony which goes around the whole apartment. I more or less moved in there
last Friday and since then transferred most of my belongings. However, I need
to buy furniture soon.
One nice consequence of all this was that I went home to Frankfurt two weeks
ago for the first time without any trouble about what job to do next or where to
live next week, which was very refreshing.
Last Thursday I signed my contract and sweared an oath on the bavarian constitution
(by the help of god) to be a good public employee and early this week I manged to
submit the papers for my inscription as Ph.D. student. So everything should be
settled by now, I just need to report my new address at a couple of official places
and we need to get the internet access at our new flat sorted out.
|Wednesday, October 6th, 2004|
So the Wiesn is over for a couple of days now. I have been there four times, and drank a bit more than two Maß on average, which is more than last year (when I was studying for exams) but less than two years ago (when I did not have anything to do, and friends from Austria and England visited me). The first time I went to the Wiesn was on Wednesday, together with my housemates. Anderl, Bene, Markus and me walked to the Theresienwiese and we met Alex and Martin in the Schottenhamel, who were already quite drunk. We managed to get some space on the neighbor table and some time later Alexej and Clement arrived as well. The people we shared the table with were pretty nice and we had a lot of fun dancing on the tables.
The second time I was going there with the guys from university. I had met Luca and Flo earlier and we decided to meet again in the Schottenhamel, together with Luxi and some others from their research group. When I entered the tent, I bumped into Chris by accident, which was a very pleasant surprised. We had not met in months and it was great to see him again. As he was standing in the corridor with a couple of friends, I decided to look for Luxi first in order to get some beer. I found him pretty quickly, Moni (I guess they are officially together by now), Luca and Flo were around as well, and downed a beer there partying. After buying a second beer, I went back to Chris, were Andi had arrived as well. We had some more fun there and then went to table together. The others were leaving by now though, so I joined them and we went to an Australian Karaoke bar near the Stachus. After another wheat beer, I finally went home.
The third time I went together with Ulrich and Bene last Friday. Ulrich actually boasted he would spent all Thursday at the Oktoberfest, after submitting his Magister thesis. However, as usual, he did not go to the Wiesn that day. I was mildly surprised when he decided to really come around and go to the Wiesn with us on Friday, as it rained quite heavily that afternoon. Anyway, we only arrived at around 5:30 PM, so all tents were closed already. As the weather was quite nice though, we decided to take a seat in the Biergarten of the Augustiner tent. Suzette was later coming around as well, and it was pretty funny (especially watching all the teenagers getting drunk and trying to evade security or score with the other sex). Afterwards, we went to Schwabing and had another beer at the Filou. I had not eaten anything since noon, so I was getting pretty drunk and Bene and I decided to sleep at Ulrich's place. At first, we did not really intended to actually stay, but as soon as I lay on the sofa, I was so tired I could not be bothered to get up again.
Originally, I had planned to go to the Oktoberfest again together with my sister Sabine and her friend Ester on Saturday, but it turned out the girls were up all night until around 9 AM. As most of the tents reportedly shut their doors before 10 AM already, there was no way to get in. So we decided to come again on Sunday morning.
Sunday was less crowded so we managed to easily get into the Paulaner tent and make good use of the food and beer coupons Ester had brought along. Two Maß later (the girls shared two Radler-Maß during that time), we decided to go over to the Schottenhamel, in order to show Sabine some real Oktoberfest atmosphere. Somebody from Ester's job (she worked at Universal Studios while she was in Munich for half a year) had booked a table, so we had another Maß there and did some basic dancing on the tables. I tried to look out for Luxi, but could not find him, so I finally left the Wiesn at around 4:30 PM for this year. Just a pity that I only met Ester now when she was about to leave Munich again, it was pretty funny.
|Tuesday, September 21st, 2004|
I was at a funeral yesterday, which was a less than pleasant experience, considered that the one who died was younger than me. Stefan Schwab, who was living just next door to Bene and me, had a climbing accident and fell into a coma afterwards. About a week ago, he was declared dead and so we (Markus, Martin and Alexej represented, Anderl, Hasi and me came along) drove to Augsburg.
I was really overwhelmed by the amount of people at the funeral, about 300 people attended. The priest seemed to have known Stefan quite well, he said he had talked to him only days before the accident and was obviously very touched. I also was deeply touched by the service, even though I did not know Stefan as well as I would have liked. He always made an extremely nice impression to me, and everybody who voiced their opinions during the funeral said the same.
During the service, I became quite thoughtful on one matter. It became evident to me that I missed an opportunity to get to know better an exceptional mind and I wondered how many other opportunities I am missing out. For example, how more often will I see my grand-mother? Other people I hold dear, but lost track of? Also, this moment of sadness (and it was a very sad moment indeed) also made me aware that I should spend more time just thinking. These days, I am almost never idle, except perhaps while driving (and then I usually listen to good music).
|Saturday, September 11th, 2004|
|Free and (Un)Easy
I went to the Free & Easy
festival at the New Backstage together with Bene yesterday. I have been to last year's Free & Easy with the Debian crowd (and specifically Mako, Micah and Dogi) and back then Mr. Lif of Def-Jux fame was on, along with an american DJ mako knew about. That evening was really outstanding, we first had a lot of fun in the Biergarten and later on some of us moved into the main area to watch the concert.
Yesterday, Sleepwalker came along with a couple of MCs and DJ Ben Kenobi (called "Sleepy & Friends" or something). The first major difference was that there were huge amounts of people, already the tram was overcrowded and we had a hard time moving along the Backstage. In the main area, a rasta guy was asking everybody how much they loved to smoke blunts, so we decided to first get a beer in the Biergarten.
The first thing which happened then was a guy who decided to discuss with us that it was extremely unfair to have free admission and then a price of 4.80 € for a beer (for a Maß, mind you). The music in the Biergarten was pretty cool and laid-back, but in order to escape this guy (Bene was sure he tried to hit on him), we went back to the main area, where the HipHop-Show was running full speed now. Surprisingly, there were less people in front of the stage than outside. The music was OK for an event with free admission, but nothing like Mr. Lif of course, just a couple of third-row Hamburg rappers. However, I downed my liter of beer quite fast and was in pretty good mood afterwards. The concert ended soonish, followed by a DJ-set from Ben Kenobi. He did some beat-juggling, but then reverted to playing the usual Rap-club tunes you hear each Friday in Backstage anyway. After a while, we went back to the Biergarten, got another beer and danced a bit to the tunes there (I bet it was an M94.5 DJ behind the decks there). A sizeable part of the crowd seemed to have left by then, as moving around became increasingly easier. We walked around and danced around a bit more and then decided to take the N17 tram at 3:18 to head home. It was great fun overall I guess.
Update 13.9.2004: I went to Free & Easy again on Sunday, this time on my own. The first thing I watched was the end of the Johnny Cash Tribute Contest. Apparently the guy who won made a second performance. It was pretty good, but he was just imitating the great man, while I rather hoped people would interpret/cover his songs (like he did on his own, e.g. with U2's 'One' or Depeche Mode's 'Personal Jesus') and bring them to another level. Afterwards, a Rock n' Roll cover band played, which was quite fun with everybody dancing.
I also passed by the Biergarten shortly (they showed 'Trainspotting' there), but the main attraction for me was Schnute in the small area. They are five guys playing Nu-Jazz live. It sounded a lot like the Kruder & Dorfmeister DJ Kicks! tape I hold dear and was a spectacular performance. The drummer mainly kicked an upbeat loop which seemed to come straight from a well-programmed drum machine. They also had two bass players (one mostly playing a contrabass), a guy playing sampler/synthesizer and a guy playing the clarinet/flute/sax. The sound was really awesome, it sounded very electric, though most of it was made by conventional means and most everything played live, except for a few sample loops. Sadly, the dance floor was empty for most of the show, it was really danceable in my opinion. They sold their new CD after the show, but 16 € still seemed a bit expensive to me, until I found out later that it is a double-CD. Highly recommended.
|Tuesday, September 7th, 2004|
They say Santorini is the most beautiful of the greek islands. So far, I have
been to Crete, Corfu and Zakynthos, and Santorini beats them hand down. Also,
as Nat Friedman has pointed out
think the best way to approach a city is probably from the water'. This is
nowhere more applicable than for Santorini. Tina and I arrived there by plane
and we had seats at the middle lane and did not see much of the island during
the landing. When I got out of the airport, about the only landmark I noticed
was a moderately big mountain which made me think 'Hmm, this looks a lot like
the other greek islands I've been to'. We arrived quite late on Monday
afternoon, so by the time we settled down at the hotel and walked around Fira
(the main city on Santorini), the sun had already set. It was only one day later
when I finally saw the Caldera, the true beauty of Santorini.
Fira and the Caldera
What sets Santorini apart from all other greek islands is the volcanic eruption
which formed the island at around 1600 BC. Back then, the island was roughly
circle-shaped, but the disaster resulted in most of the inner parts of the
island sinking below sea level and leaving only an outer ring (as well as two
small volcanic islands in the center). While the outward coast of Santorini is
looking quite ordinary (except that it is mostly of volcanic origin, as is the
whole island), the inner coast is actually a sharp cliff called the Caldera. As
Santorini surrounds the two inner islands by about 70 percent, you usually have
a breathtaking view of this beautiful coastline wherever you are. If you
arrive by ferry, you literally enter the island complex, surround the two inner
rocks and then head towards the port, while watching the main city of Fira towering above you.
Anna and Tobi in front of the crater sea
We lived in the same hotel Tobi and Anna stayed during their first trip to Santorini. It is located towards the main parts of the island and was thus quite cheap, though one could reach the Caldera after a five minute walk. The rooms were much nicer than what Anna's horror stories lead us to expect and there was even a small (too small, according to Tina) but nice pool.
At the pool
Tobi and Anna arrived on Wednesday. They already spent a vacation on Santorini
three years ago, so they already knew about the best places. This, and the fact
Anna is greek made life so much easier for us. We usually got up at around noon
or at some point afterwards. Then, I went to the nearby bakery and
bought some baguette (if we were out of bread) and had some nice Tzatziki to
kick off the day. The further daily routine involved meeting up with Tobi and
Anna, going to the bus station and driving to one of Santorini's beaches.
It has to be said that the public transport system on Santorini is remarkably
cheap, on time (Ana was getting more and more surprised by this fact and started
to lose faith in this part of greek tradition) and well connected, so we had no
difficulty getting around the island without booking one of those tourist trap
bus tours. Considering that Santorini is a volcanic island, it is clear that
there are few nice sand beaches. In fact, the sand is usually rather coarse (or
the rocks are pretty small, depending on your point of view) and of dark color.
The beaches we visited were at the east and south coast of Santorini (there are
a couple at the north coast as well, but the bus connection is less good for
them). We first went to Pernissa and then Camari, followed by the so-called red
and black beaches at the south. The latter (along with white beach, which we
dropped even though Tobi opted strongly for it) is only reachable by boat. The
Pernissa and Camari beaches are pretty touristic, crowdy and ordinary (except
for their dark 'sand'), but the colored beaches are of considerable beauty and
called by the color of their sand.
We liked red beach the most so we decided to go there a second time on Sunday,
unfortunately again bit late so we were not able to visit the excavations of
Akrotiri, a city which fell prey to the volcano 3600 years ago (very similar to
Pompei) and reportedly featured three-storey buildings and a sewer system by the
time people in Germany were probably still living in caves.
Another big advantage of Santorini (over Zakynthos, for example) is the presence
of a pedestrian precinct. Young people in Greece very much like to drive up and
down the main street with the cars or motorcars, rendering any leisure strolling
impossible. The cities of Fira, Firostephani and Ia however have also some nice
small lanes with lots of cafes, restaurants and stores next to the Caldera
where you can either stroll around or have dinner while enjoying the unique
view. Which is what we did mostly in the evenings.
Sunset at Ia
The best view you can get on the whole island is probably from the old castle
tower in Ia. Pretty solid evidence for this is the fact that this point is the
most crowded place of the whole city during sunset. Of course, any other random
point at the edge of the caldera beats most other spots on this planet as well,
most notably the so-called (by our german tourist guide book at least)
'Kraterrandgasse'. Tobi was continually looking for places to buy along that
street, should he ever come around lots of money.
The first three places we went for dinners were pretty unspectacular (well, the
restaurant Tina and I went to on Tuesday evening would have had a nice view if
it had not been dark already). By far the most pleasant dinner we had was at
'Skaros Tavern' in Firostephani, one of the places Tobi and Anna already knew
from their last visit to Santorini. It's located at the Kraterrandgasse between
Firostefani and Imerovigli, features a regular breathtaking view and serves nothing
but delicious food. We had some nice greek starters (scolloped Aubergines
and with a wonderful sauce) and 'Chicken in a basket' as main dish.
Another very nice place we ate was right at ocean below Ia in a fish tavern,
however I did not like a lot what I ordered (fried squish, besides others) and
the way back up to Ia afterwards was pretty hard. Sometimes during the day or
for dinner we had small snacks which for me of course meant gyros pita.
Tina did not manage to eat all of those cakes
To my displeasure, we did not go to one of Santorini's clubs at night. However,
we once had at least the beginning of a nice Ouzo session and went outside of
Fira to watch the stars during another night. One night we found a very cool
place called 'Casablanca Suites', some way outside of Fira towards Firostephani.
It is a very tastefully decorated Bar with comfortable sofas on the roof of a
hotel which had nice greek music in the beginning and then switched to equally
nice lounge music later on (probably because we arrived, though at least I did
not mind the greek music) We were almost the only customers and the waitress and
the barkeeper were very amiable. The other great place we went to was a place
with live greek music. However, this was not one of those typical clubs where
they play 'authentic folklore music' to entertain the tourists, but an authentic
live bar, made by and for greek people (Tobi and I probably were the only
foreign people, as Tina was too tired and did not want to stay). Despite Annas
warnings, Tobi desperately wanted to go to this place (our tourist guide book
mentioned it, along with the warning that tourists should not dance there unless
explicitly invited). When we first arrived at around 11 PM, we were the only
customers. By midnight, the band started playing and by 2 AM, the club was
packed with people and some started to dance. The band consisted of three guys,
one playing guitar (mostly as accompanist), one bouzouki (a guitar-like instrument
very popular in greece) and one accordion. The music was superb, all players
were highly skilled and had nice voices and the atmosphere was getting better
and better as more people started to dance in the traditional way. At one point,
Anna also began dancing and later begged us to dance as well. However, being
reminded by the warning of the guide book and looking at the swiftness of the
dancers' movements, we declined. Anna then danced with one of the greek guys
(greek girls dancing traditionally is pretty nice to the eye in any event). I
left the place at around 3:30 AM, Tobi and Anna stayed longer and apparently had
a small argument when Anna asserted that it was due to Tobi's pissed off look
that the other guy came around to excuse himself dancing with Anna twice, while
Tobi questioned the notion that 'greek dancing is completely platonic'.
Anna at the Casablanca Suites bar
Other activities included having cakes and coffee in one of the nice cafes or
just walking along Fira at night. It has to be said that I got hooked up by the
Santorinian ice coffees, especially something called 'Fredo' and 'Frappe',
something I have not yet seen in Germany. Anna and even more so Tina instead got
hooked up by the nice cakes, so towards the end we spent most of our evenings in
Nice view from that Cafe
Santorini is truly are marvelous place and at least I would like to return to
it some day. It is no coincidence that a lot of greek couples get married there.
|Wednesday, August 25th, 2004|
|Mitfahrgelegenheiten, Beach Parties and old friends
Over the last three weeks, I have spent quite a lot of time in Frankfurt, going there twice. I was finally fed up with paying insane amounts of money to travel in a relaxed way by train (and die Bahn now even wants me to pay the full price for my BahnCard) or a bit cheaper by car, so I decided to go for a Mitfahrgelegenheit
. The I chose suits me pretty well, you can look up who drives when (usually about six to ten people per day for the Frankfurt<->Munich route) and just phone them up spontaneously. I never figured out which train to take more than two hours in advance, so I thought using Mitfahrgelegenheiten was out of the question for somebody as badly planning ahead as myself, but everything really worked pretty well. On the first trip to Frankfurt, I had the pleasure of being the company of two blondes in a convertible. Actually, driving through Munich in a convertible really gives you a different perspective. Usually, I rather concentrate on the street ahead of me, so I was really impressed how many
beautiful buildings there are. Well, as soon as we got out of Munich the trouble started (it was Friday afternoon) and it took us about five hours to get to Frankfurt. Towards the end, the ladies (they were somewhere in their 30s I guess) got a bit nervous and started phoning around what to wear for the beach party they wanted to attend later on and then decided to just change their outfit in the car after dropping me at the Autobahn-exit.
Later that weekend, I went to those beach parties twice as well, together with Anna, Tobi, Patricia, Tina and Martin (one of Tina's and Patricia's colleagues). It was pretty relaxing there, though the drinks were insanely expensive (5.50 € for a wheat beer) and the music was a bit too housy for my taste. Still it pretty rocked, so we came back the next day when even the music was cool.
Other things I did during that stay was bringing my parents to the airport at 6:30 in the morning. For some reason, I thought it be perfectly adequate to just stay up until then, which of course turned out to be a stupid idea and killed most of the following day. On one day, we had a nice barbecue on our terrace, which included reasonable amounts of Bacardi-Coke, beer and the rest of the alcopop stock I still had left from my birthday party.
The other time I went back to Frankfurt was mostly because Sven was around and life was getting pretty dull in Munich with most people (well, Bene and Andrea at least) away and Ulrich and Luxi working a lot. This time, I drove to Frankfurt with an older guy in his 50s, which went pretty smooth (driving on Wednesday evening as opposed to Friday afternoon also helps a lot). The first evening, Tina and Tobi came around, and Tobi related us the story of Frank's wedding he, Marco, Oli, Sven and Louise went to the previous weekend over a bottle of red wine. The next day, we had a big meet-up in the center of Frankfurt with Sven and Louise, where Marco, Oli, Tobi and Tina also showed up. It was extremely nice meeting Sven again, and I also had a more-than-usual chatter with Louise, sitting next to her. Last Sunday, I met up with Taka and Tobi and went to the local ice cream parlor we used to go to when we were teens. We stayed there for a couple of hours having a good time and then bumped into Tobi's ex-girlfriend Filiz on the way out, which turned out to be a nice event. I finally went back to Munich on Tuesday evening, this time sharing the car with four others (at least until Nuremberg, where one of the guys got off), which was pretty awkward.
Probably the nicest thing about going back to Frankfurt was meeting up with old friends from school. Usually, I meet Tobi, Marco and Oli (and sometimes Taka or even Sven), but this time I met a couple of people I did not have contact with in years. During my first stay I got bored and decided to finally call up Jule. Jule was the first female best-friend I had back in the last year of school, and we had a lot of fun going out to clubs together with Nicole and chatting during school and over the phone. However, we pretty much lost contact after school, not least because I was getting tired of always calling her. She always seemed pretty pleased that I called, but never really called me. Well, after figuring out that she still owns the same mobile number as eigth years ago, I catched her during a meeting. Quite surprisingly, she really called me back later that day and we talked for over an hour I think, which was extremely pleasant. These days, she works at Saatchi&Saatchi and seems pretty successful at it. We also took a while to get her characterization from the school journal off google. During the other trip, I went to the local supermarket and met Thomas Siebert. He's now a physiotherapist (he used to be a body-builder and jiu-jitsu master before) and talked a while about how we should get our act together and organize a great reunion. The supermarket was about to close though, so we could not talk for a long time. The other day, I went to the deutsche Bibliothek and met Tobi and Marco (well, not so surprising). However, we also met Meriem, who I haven't seen since the end of school I think. We were not exactly close friends back then, but contrary to Tobi and Oli, I always thought she was nice and we got along together pretty well. She is now working at the department of pedagogics doing a Ph.D. there. We talked a long while about the old times and what has happened to the others since then. All in all, she seemed to be quite well off and did not change a lot.
|Thursday, July 29th, 2004|
|Hanging out with the colleagues
I've been hanging out with my former student colleagues this week.
On Monday, Luxi called and told me he'd be at Murphys's
, an Irish Pub in Schwabing, that evening. When I arrived, Lucas was already there and we had a nice chat before Luxi and Monica (who more and more look and behave like a couple) came along. We had quite a few beers (I preferred regular Munich beer this time, Guinness is pretty expensive and I don't like it that much anyway) so I don't recall in detail what the conversation was about, but it sure felt good to meet Luxi and especially Lucas again.
On Wednesday, I first had a nice dinner with Ulrich and Suzette at his place, where Suzette cooked up some marvelous asian food. We had some red wine for dinner and watched the first half of a football game. Later on, I went to the Englischer Garten where I met Sören and Andrea together with Bernie and Stephan. We laid down in the grass on the hill below the Monopteros (which I had never really noticed before; Andrea could not stop laughing about the name when she tried to tell where to go over the phone) and drank some beers and had a small picnic. I had not seen Sören in quite a while (and neither, relatively spoken, Andrea). The weather was still really good and it was extremely nice to lie there and overlook the english garden. Talking to Sören was fun like always, Andrea and Bernie had one of their giggling days though.
|Sunday, July 25th, 2004|
Thursday was one of those cool, laid-back days. Ulrich came at around half past
10 and we went to fetch a greek friend of him calles Nicolaus who is in a priest seminar in
Rome from the airport. The two discussed the intrigues and excesses of
the italian clerics on the way back. We then had dinner in a nearby indian
restaurant, which was quite nice. Nicolaus explained to us in a funny way the content of one of
his subjects, namely 'Heiligenkunde'. The laws and politics surrounding how
people get declared blessed or holy are quite strange and awkward indeed.
Later that day I relaxed on the meadow behind the Glyptothek with Bene and read
a bit. At one point, Ulrich called and we decided to play soccer in the english
garden at 8 PM. It was still very hot though, and a lot of insects were there as
well, which limited the fun a small bit. Still, we played quite well against a
group of random people, although we lost in the end.
Saturday was one of the rare days when I maintained a steady level of alcohol over
about 12 hours. Christoph, Ulrich, Suzette and me bought a Bayernticket took
the train to Augsburg. One member of our student's association celebrated his
40th anniversary of becoming a priest and we represented there. We arrived at
the Kolpinghaus (where most of the party took place), had a small meal and a
beer and then went to the holy service in the cathedral, which was mostly
centered around the guy with the anniversary though. However, afterwards, there
was a free (and quite good) buffet back at the Kolpinghaus, so we ate a lot and
had a few beers with three guys from a local student's association who also
attended the service. We then made a trip through town with the others, stopping
at their house for another beer and watching the Tour de France a bit. We then
continued our tour and visited the 'Fuggerei', the first social housing program
in europe, established in 1521 by a family of rich merchants. People can still
live there for practically nothing with the reservation that they be poor
catholic citizens of Augsburg and that they pray for this family once a day. Later on, we
had another beer in a nice biergarten and then another one on
the train back (where we managed to annoy a woman with our
conversation who wanted to sleep) and another one at home.
Ulrich, Suzette and
me then decided to go to the 'Schwabinger Strassenfest' and walked all the way
from Königsplatz to Münchner Freiheit. At one point, we met somebody Suzette
knew and they said it had rained pretty badly in Munich the afternoon (we had
virtually no rain in Augsburg), so we figured that the Strassenfest had been
moved to the next weekend. Nevertheless, there was a private street party in the
backyard of the house Ulrich lives in, where we had another beer. As we still
had the Bayernticket, we decided to take the tube to the Feierwerk and go to the
Orangehouse. Unfortunately, we managed to get out at the wrong exit and make a
huge detour until we finally reached the Feierwerk. At this point Ulrich was
already quite upset and his mood did not rise when we found out only a couple of
people were at Clubrocken. The music was really cool as always and Suzette and me danced for a bit, but after having a
last beer, we decided to go home.
|Tuesday, July 20th, 2004|
|Dresden and Regensburg
I made a trip to Dresden together with Ulrich over the weekend. After a party
with considerable amounts of beer on Friday evening, it took me a while to get
up on Saturday, so we only left after noon. We arrived at his parent's house in
at late afternoon.
After relaxing a bit (and Ulrich getting in an argument with his mother about
his (supposedly too long) hair and his messed up outfit), we two went for a
walk around in Blasewitz and later over the Blaues Wunder
where we had a local dark beer in a Biergarten just next to the bridge. I was
quite impressed by the beauty of the old (renovated) houses in that area. We sat a while at the bank of the Elbe, drank the beer and ate a Bratwurst. Later on,
we walked around a bit in Loschwitz and then back through Blasewitz and Striesen to a very cool Biergarten called 'El Horst' (Bene's favorite's spot in Dresden)where we had another beer. It was quite late then, so we decided to go back to
his parent's house, having another beer on their tiny balcony and listening to
a band playing swing at a marriage party nearby.
On Sunday, we took the
bikes and drove along the Elbe towards the city center. The Elbe banks are a
true marvel. There are at least 100 meters of grass between the river and the
first buildings on both sides. On the north banks, small hills with wonderful
villas, beautiful castles and vineyards. The UNESCO has declared the Elbe banks
to Wold cultural heritage, and after seeing it with my own eyes, I can nothing
The city center is quite small (compared to Munich or Berlin),
but the density of renovated historic sandstone buildings is stunning. We rode
around a bit, seeing the arts academy, the police department (very nice front, but a very distasteful concrete block has been added at the back), the recently
reconstructed Frauenkirche (Ulrich saw it without the scaffold for the first time) and
the palais of the saxonian kings (which is still being renovated). We visited
the Hofkirche of the saxonion ruling family (while saxony itself was protestant,the king converted to catholicism at one point in order to become the king of
Poland) and later the Zwinger (where ferocious beast used to be displayed and
see battles played). We then picked up the bikes again and rode through the
Neustadt with its more alternative scenery. After that, we rode back along the
north bank of the Elbe, stopping at the Rosengarten to have yet another dark beer. After that, we drove all the way along the Elbe to Schloss Pillnitz and back.
The whole day biking was quite exhausting, on the one hand because I did not
ride a bike in years, on the other hand because the weather was extremely hot.
I originally planned to visit my second cousin Alexander, but was too
tired then. So we just had dinner with Ulrich's parents and later some other
beers on the balcony.
On Monday, we drove towards home after breakfast. We made an extensive stop at
Regensburg, visiting the old city and the dome and eating a Döner and later
drinking a Weissbier. Regensburg is really pretty as well, there are a lot of
very narrow alleyways in the historic town. Afterwards, we drove to the Walhalla,
a greek-style temple on a hill slightly outside of Regensburg. The view from
there is breath-taking, on can look over the Donau southwards over Bavaria. The
temple contains the heads of famous or important german people, from kings over
generals, artists to scientists.
Very nice trip overall, except my car started making strange noises towards the end.
|Wednesday, July 14th, 2004|
On Tuesday I went to the university in order to attend the group seminar and talk to my supervisor about some matters, most notably what to do in Thursday's tutorial. When I got there I found out that there was no group seminar this week and that my supervisor had gone on vacation for a week that morning. Things were looking better again when I discovered that the GDCh Jungchemikerforum
took place later that day. There are GDCh talks almost every Tuesday, but the last one is always organized by the students and free beer and bavarian food is served afterwards, so they are usually one of the few social highlights at the Garching campus. I spent most of the afternoon surfing and/or hacking, until my mother phoned me at some point, again having problems with the new DSL internet connection at their house. It took me quite a while to get this fixed over the phone, so I was too late for the talk. Luckily, I made it in time for the subsequent buffet, where I got the last portion of potato salad and some Leberkäse. There were quite a few less people than usually, so there was enough beer left, however. I met Jan (and Denise) there for the first time in a while and had a nice conversation with him. Later on, I met Bennie and Luxi and we drank some more beer together until we three were the last people around. I again agreed with Bennie that we definitely should play Tennis soon. Afterwards, I stayed at the uni until 10:30 PM, when I finally figured out it would be safe to drive home. When I came home, I found out that it was Anderls 21st birthday at midnight and we celebrated that with even more beer to round off the day.
|Tuesday, July 6th, 2004|
On Monday, Dr. Hans-Jochen Vogel, former minister of justice and head mayor of
Munich came to a dialog to our student's association. Anderl conducted the
conversation for about an hour. Mr. Vogel gratefully answered his questions in
detail, telling stories of his life which were always interesting and often quite funny. Afterwards, the audience (unfortunately fewer and far older in average
than expected) asked questions as well. Of course, Ulrich had to come up with a
completely impossible to understand question, wrapped into a five minute
monologue starting with Aristotle and going nowhere. Hans-Jochen Vogel really
was an impressive personality and made some most inspiring
Afterwards, we set together on the second floor (Mr. Vogel even came
around for a beer and a bit of conversation), desperately trying to cut down on
the volume of the "Bowle", the consumption of which we hopelessly overestimated.
I had a nice conversation with an american girl called Angela Anderl met at
Siemens and later on we all sang a couple of tunes together. It was great fun.
|Monday, July 5th, 2004|
|Kill Bill, booze and a sunburn
So the first weekend in July is over. I had planned to start looking for a Ph.D. position by the end of June, but it seems real life has others plans for me. On friday, I finally watched the Kill Bill
double feature at the Museum Lichtspiele
together with Bene. What can I say. Sure, volume 1 has some overly violent scenes, especially when Beatrix takes on the Crazy 88, but already this part is so much on top of all the other feature films in terms of dialogs, pace, depth and acting. However, volume 2 is pretty much at the peak of film-making. Dan Carradine as Bill is just mind-blowing, and the final duel between him and Beatrix is miles away from your average Hollywood film. Another favorite of mine were the scenes with Beatrix and her Kung-Fu master. I was too skeptical to watch volume 1 back then, being pointed at all the violence, but looking at the whole picture, Quentin Tarantino did it again.
On Saturday, I went to the Kunstbau and Lenbachhaus together with Bene, Ulrich and Suzette for the Picasso exhibition, which was very nice. In the evening, I went to a party at Luxi's place. Also present were Janine, Mucki, Nele, Alex, Flo (together with his girlfriend) and a spanish student from Janine's and Flo's research group. We drank a lot of beer (the others drank something called 'scharfer Schnaps' as well) and had a very good time. Later, Luxi, Flo, his girlfriend, the spanish girl and I went to the Schwabinger 7 to finish off the day. I was back at home by quarter to four.
On sunday, we decided to go to Lake Starnberg in order to enjoy the good weather. Despite a hangover, I drove there with Anderl, Bene, Ulrich and Suzette. Markus, Martin and Alex followed later on. It was the first time this year I exposed myself to the sun for a considerable amount of time and I got a bad sunburn from it, I guess my sun-cream skills were not on par. We played some football bare-footed on the grass there as well, it was great fun.
In the evening, we went to the Newman house (where Albi, a friend of Bene and Clemens, lives) to watch the final match of the European Championships. After the match, Bene, Hannes and I walked over to the Leopoldstraße and watched the greek population of Munich celebrate together with the rest of us. I did not know that so many greeks were living here, it was a great party.
|Friday, July 2nd, 2004|
|One month later
So I have been hanging around for a month now, relaxing and having fun. I went home to Frankfurt twice, the first time meeting with my old-time friends Sven (who is doing a Ph.D. in Edinburgh right now), Takanori and Andi (who have finished their studies in medicine and are working in hospitals in Fulda and Ludwigshafen, respectively) on July 6th. I believe this was the first time we four met all together since the 90s. Of course, it was great to see them again, especially Andi, with whom I did not have contact for a long time. Initially, Andi wanted to visit me in Munich, but when we found out that Sven was coming to the Ober-Roden on the occasion of his mother's birthday and Taka would be around, too, we quickly decided to meet in the Gerbermühle
in Frankfurt, an Äbbelwoi
The second time was before and after two trips to Aachen and Karlsruhe, when I stayed a couple of days at home. During the stay I met another old friend of mine, Michaela, together with Tobi, Oli, Marco, Tina, Anna, Taka, Bille and Patricia in a Bar in Frankfurt. Michaela studied Psychology at the university of Vienna and is now employed there. I haven't seen her in at least five years, after finishing school we wrote a couple of very nice mails back and forth, but the contact unfortunately petered out at some point.
I went to Aachen with Tina from Sunday to Tuesday (June 20th to 22nd). We were lucky to stay at the house of her late grand-mother, as her uncle and cousins had already torn out most of it in order to completely renovate it. Aachen is a very nice city, I was especially impressed by the cathedral, which was built in the 8th century and was considered to be the most magnificent building north of the Alps at that time. After Aachen, I went to LinuxTag for four days, meeting friends and generally having a good time.
In Munich, I finally went clubbing again with Andrea and Bernie, once to Ring the Alarm at the Backstage and once to Phatbeatz at the Club 4. The music was actually pretty similar in both clubs, but I think I like the atmosphere and the attendance at the Backstage better. Other fun stuff included going to the Leopold-Straßenfest with the two girls, going to the Garnix festival a couple of times, having a superb barbecue at the Isar and attending a football tournament with my housemates.
I also spent a lot of time watching the European Soccer Championships at various locations and with various people and beverages. Finally, we had a cocktail party at the student's association on June, 18th. I don't have much recollection of this evening except that it rocked pretty hard, that I managed to get a couple of my favorite tracks into the playlist and that I drank a couple of Bacardi-Cokes too much.
|Wednesday, June 2nd, 2004|
I've visited my grandmother for two days on the occasion of her 89th birthday
on Tuesday. Neither my parents nor any relatives and friend where she lives were
around, so he she was very happy that at least I made it. There was more
traffic than I expected, so I arrived quite late and we decided not to go out
for dinner. Instead, we emptied a bottle of red wine together over the evening
and had a very nice conversation. On Wednesday, Oma cooked my favourite dish for
lunch. It is always so nice to visit her, she is probably the kindest person I
ever got to know.
Tuesday night, after she went to bed, I worked a bit and then watched 'Sex in the city' for the first time. Enjoying it big time, I can understand
the hype a bit better now. It really is a nice TV series
I should watch more often.
|Monday, May 31st, 2004|
I made a day-trip to Salzburg on Monday with Ulrich, Suzette and Anderl. Apparently,
Ulrich has been visiting Salzburg each spring for the last couple of years now and he
made an excellent guide. The weather was alright, it only started raining when
we were about to go anyway. I think I've never visited Salzburg before, it is a
very pretty town. We walked around town, visited the Nonnberg Benedictine convent on the hill and
several churches including the cathedral and the Franciscan church. Then we had a coffee and Anderl of
course had to buy Mozartkugeln (which taste very nice) before we went back. It
was great fun, even more so with the fine company.