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Part 1: Cajamarquinische nights ...

... are long. And do not start too slow! Friday is best with a visit to Aki's Bar steep in the evening gestart. The Aki's is a Studibar directly across from the private university Las Peruanas. " The early bird is drinking the beer" is motto. Since students in Peru can burn as little as in Germany, the bar is open Mon-Fri only 15-20 Clock. Longer need not, for the first ALUMNOS fall right out of the university is a 15h order that beer is usually about 18 clock out, then there is only jarras (1.5 l) with " Caipiri ña . "Aki's version of" Caipirina " is vodka with Sprite and lime. From 17h dance all salsa bar and is at 20pm the spook already over. Some take the Aki's past as a springboard into the evening, for others the evening is it for now. On Fri it's off and more with live music for an hour. The prices are unbeatable, the bottle of beer (625ml) for 4, the jarra Caipirina soles for 7th The guests are between 19-27 years old, very open and talks about God and the world are guaranteed.

Live Mucke in Aki's

After Aki's is a base may be important to work with the stomach, otherwise, the night is over faster than expected. So off to the Plaza (15min walk) and the Om Gris . That is in the San Martin 500m above the plaza. In Om Gris has the best pasta and pizza, the city, all freshly prepared (homemade noodles!), So it takes a little longer. The waiting time is reduced you Tito, owner, bartender and cook in a personal union, with stories of his 3-year residence in Belgium or the good old days in Cajamarca. Tito has a well stocked wine rack at fair prices (bottle between 25-50 sol). The beer (0.33) for 3.5 as long as there's

Tito in the Om-Gris

Who needs a coffee to digest, can go 500 meters above the Om Gris in Bella's Cafe ( Sil. Santisteban ). There is a very nice atmosphere with the best coffee (4-10sol) of the city, even in variations. For coffee, there are quiet electric canned and it can also be smoked shisha. This should be unique in Cajamarca.

atmosphere at Bella's

When the stomach is pushed back deal, we continue to La Gruta 100 , the 800m Santisteban down opposite the church Belen . The Gruta much emphasis on atmosphere. In the courtyard, it sits under the open sky on straw bale very good. In the center burns a fire and sound as wallpaper, there are still live something. Although it is rare dancing, but singing with everyone. The cocktails and wine are more expensive, that there is small beer for 6sol.

courtyard in the Gruta 100

Since Cajamaraca on Friday night is traditionally live, is rocked around midnight either into or to Waiqui Galeta. The Waiqui faces the UNC (Universidad Nacional), where it usually plays a big band from the musical Latino 1x1 to the classics of Western rock and roll (Stones, Doors, ACDC) anything quite brilliantly covert and playful. The great beer can be had for 6sol. The jarra Cuba Libre 's for 15sol.

In Galeta ( Cruz de Piedra ) it is a little more rock. Click to play three Fridays a month, local rock bands that usually bring a mix of covers and original songs. The range of bands ranging from the cuddly Rock Combo to Crossover / Punk Rock board. Every 3rd Friday of the month is announced on the electric Galeta, styles, usually with several DJs and different. The large cerveza here costs 5sol and jarra Cuba Libre 12sol.

German and Peruvian Suffköppe in Galeta

against 1-2am then it goes into Embrujo ( Apurimac ) to flounder. With 5-10sol Admission man at that, is (of course) in free. The Embrujo in comparison to other clubs in town conveniently small, has a nice ambience and the audience reflects all facets of Cajamarca. Played Latin classics and rock, but also Western Hits (80s with gravity). The drink prices are moderate for a disco beat, because 12 sol for jarra cerverza can not complain.

(price: € 4sol = 1)

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Social struggles and beaches

Last week Friday I for 6 days after a spontaneous Tripp Ayabaca'm broken. Ayabaca is a small town near the Ecuadorian border and is one of Piura in northern Cajamarca department in Peru. Actually I wanted to travel on to Huancabamba that the security situation was no longer though. But from the beginning ...


... recently, the US-American doctoral student Amanda to study in Cajamarca. She earned her doctorate on the topic of mining and social conflict, was for research purposes in the city and had their temporary HQ studies in the offices established by Grufides. We started to talk, chew a little and have exchanged views on our plans. She told me about an uncertain research trip to Piura and we agreed to travel together, there has been a attack on the base camp of the Rio Blanco mine early November, the situation in Huancabamba considerably strained. However, was this incident (in which there was a dead and has not been cleared) again a few weeks back and we thought the situation has somewhat calmed down. So I got her phone call that would have spontaneously reported interviewer, she just had time and losführe end of the week. So I canceled all appointments and Nicholas, ticket bought on the bus and go.

with the church around the village 21h way

I was a little surprised by the temporal extent of the bus trip, because on the map it did not look far. However, the bus due to the lack of direct flights from 2700m down to the coast 7h Cajamarca to Chiclayo, and from there further north next 2 hours in the coastal city of Piura, and from there go again 6h high in the mountains, because Ayabaca lies at 2,700 m.

church on the Plaza de Armas in Ayabaca

landed in Ayabaca me Amanda received at first with the bad news because of our onward journey to Huancabamba was empty, the police last Wednesday during a demonstration had shot two campesinos (Castulo Huayama Correa [39], Vicente Romero Ramírez [52]). The situation was therefore again quite tight and we decided for safety reasons Huancabamba avoided.

"Aqua sí, no metal"

But it was also in Ayabaca enough research, because the City is located north of the Rio Blanco mine ( Zijing Mining, China ) and is struggling with problems similar Huancabamba, which lies south of the mine. However, it is relatively quiet and the Ayabaca social conflicts related to mining are not as high as Potential escalation in Huancabamba. The reason for this explained to us, the activists of various local organizations (Ronda Campesina, environmental organizations, youth groups, church, women's associations etc.) in the interviews. They are convinced that the organization and cohesion of the social movement in Ayabaca is much settled as in other mining areas. In a democratic basis organized citizens' survey in 2007 also spoke out in 94% of the population of the district Ayabaca against mining activity. This cohesion they see as collective protection from state repression. The reasons for the NO to the mining industry are consistent with those in Cajamarca: Risk of water quantity and quality, environmental destruction, land theft, lack of participation and lack of income redistribution.

Hilda, our local guide, location, Amanda and I voiced with delicious mulled wine

Instead, our interviewee (s) reasonably accurate ideas about economic alternatives to mining: export-oriented organic farming (coffee, sugar, fruit, vegetables) and livestock as well as ecotourism. Ayabaca also has a wide range of local specialties such as dulces (sweets), tragos (booze) and a fantastic mulled wine to offer.

the crew of the resistance transmitter "Radio Ayabaca"

particularly impressive, I found that in the wake of the events in Huancabamba the interviewees were tense very sad and emotional, but still, without exception, only methods advocate of peaceful resistance and support. The rationale for the choice pacifist struggle was both to emphasize the peaceful mentality of the people of Ayabaca. On the other hand, the decision to peaceful resistance is well established in the knowledge that the state runs an escalation strategy to strengthen the social conflicts related to mining and thus attempt to criminalize social movements. In this game abgekarterte do not engage the defenders in Ayabaca.

in studio interview with Olivares

Finally, we received an invitation to the local resistance radio, where we were interviewed by us. Amanda said on the air In perfect English the reason for our stay and I stumbled out a few slogans and solidarity witnessed my respect for the well-organized social movement in Ayabaca.

visit to the state broadcaster of Ayabaca "Radio campesino"

at 8.12. now instead we traveled back to Huancabamba to Piura. Studying my guide, I decided on the trip, the forced change of plan to use to treat me to something. Vamos a la playa! only 45min bus ride from Piura is Playa Colán and should belong to me one night. Amanda did not share my spontaneous decision and so I went on alone. 3Sol of Piura, Paita paid for, and then by taxi (2.5 Sol) to Colán. I was chauffeured from taxista to a favorable board of his choice and was taken there by an elderly couple in reception. A room for the night 20sol, please, "and because the beach is near", I asked them. As the innkeeper led me with a questioning face down the hallway of the small house to the terrace and there ... Pacific surged since the 3m front of the terrace steps to the beach. A dream! The sun was also just below, perfect timing, a cold beer and fresh ceviche were served, as stretched then also for the hammock me was, I was in the 7th Sky. The warm sea breeze caressing my skin, the monotonous waves of Branden was music to my ears, house cat thing clung to me, the cold beer was like oil and my book reads like its own. Heavenly!

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Good morning paradise

The next morning I started with a coffee in hand and sea views in mind. After breakfast, I splashed a little on the warm Pacific. I dared not swim further rauszu, because I had divided the large shark of the fish market in Piura in memory and in my head I heard with every wave that came upon me to the tune of "Jaws." So I stayed near the beach and danced Wellenpogo. To dry, I made an extended walk on the beach and took me straight back a blazing sun fire. Against 14am I had to reluctantly say goodbye again from this heavenly place and drove by in a monster to ride to Cajamarca, where I arrived the next day at 6am.

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Only the original is really ...

During my year abroad in the U.S., I experienced some international and national holidays and festivals, the "American way of celebrating." 4, July, the American national holidays I missed, unfortunately, but I came to enjoy Halloween to see the original!

Halloween was a special event for me. Before I moved to the U.S. I had this archetypal American hard often seen in U.S. films such as ET, Battlestar Galactica or Peanuts, and in many U.S. series have special Halloween episodes, where things are very different than in other episodes.
Although it probably only the American counterpart of our carnival is, I would still like to the original to do to go "Trick or Treating", as I had seen in so many movies already.

Constance I was in front of my U.S. trip on a student Halloween party. That was quite funny, but it is only a German copy of the U.S. original.

why I was very glad I was since the beginning of September in the United States and thus had the opportunity to experience Halloween in his home country. The problem was: how could I get access to a Halloween party?
After nearly two months, I did not know so many people in Stony Brook and I did not want to go around begging, that I will be invited somewhere. To my luck I asked a German friend of mine, of some time in the U.S. lived if I wanted to come to a pumpkin carving evening the day before Halloween. That was a beginning!

The evening was so very American: the hosts had their living room completely covered with plastic sheets on a table was a bucket of punch and what to eat, of course, was eaten from paper plates with plastic cutlery were, for the punch it plastic cup. Celia, the hostess showed me briefly the most important rooms in the apartment and then said that you could have plates, cutlery and cups after use simply lie on the floor, as are rolled up at the end of the Plan and fully come into the garbage.
It could be also the seeds and innards of the Pumpkins also throw down on the floor. Seeds or the flesh would not seem to keep Celia. could

John, Celia's friend was at a farm about 30 pumpkins concerned in various sizes to edit each of the 17 guests at least a pumpkin and cut a face clean.

This evening I noticed that the cutting is a pumpkin head real hard work. In addition, it is not easy to cut a really creepy face. If you are not careful you end up just a pumpkin with some holes in it. But with a few cups punch came with me at the end but to be out of a handsome face - may not have been as long, as the faces that had cut some of the Americans, but who had also been a lot more practice than me.

end of the evening we rolled four of the film on the floor together with all crockery, cutlery, cups and remnants of the pumpkin and stuffed it into one of three capacity of 35 gallons (about 132 liters) garbage cans outside the house. Shall be cleaned up in the USA! Unfortunately I was not at
Pumpkin Carvin evening also invited to a Halloween party. Celia and John were invited to another party and therefore not celebrated in their own house and the other guests had the most even invitations or something else on Halloween night before.

The next day, told my friend Manuela, that it was their year abroad, caregiver invited to his home to spend Halloween with her and her family. She offered to ask their supervisor if I can come along too - so I finally came to an invitation, even on Halloween night.

Whether you had to dress up or not, had to ask Manuela forgotten, however. But since I wanted to experience a real Halloween, I bought in the supermarket a couple of face paints and artificial blood, and dress up again as a zombie.

Manuela did not dress up and when we opened Anne, her supervisor, the door I had to find that she too had not dressed. Slowly I came me something stupid. After all, came Marcy, Anne's daughter dressed as a witch down the stairs.

was a real party is also not in Anne's house. Instead, there was a "typical" Halloween dinner with pumpkin and yams (sweet potatoes) and Anne told her guests, that is Manuela, two Chinese exchange students and me, what about the origin and history of Halloween. In addition there was non-alcoholic punch and soft drinks - so I had not actually presented ...

After dinner we asked Anne if we wanted to go with her daughter and her friends together for the "Trick or Treating". But this was different than I imagined had.

Marcy and her friends were in the immediate neighborhood around Anne's house rang from door to door to release its verdict and to collect some candy. The parents of the children ran into a little distance and waited on the street, while children up to the houses went. One mother even drove her SUV at a walking pace behind on the road - somehow this one never had the insouciance and exuberance that I had seen so often on television and cinema. It all looked rather forced and somewhat strained.

After the successful raid, we went back to Anne's house and Anne asked us if we wanted to drink something else. To Fortunately, the two Chinese students very enthusiastic and wanted to go home, so the next day they could quickly go to the university. So ended Manuela and I looked at the two female students and let us go home by Anne.

Somehow I had imagined it differently - a bit of Hollywood and a little less harsh reality ...

Next year, I celebrated Halloween again in a German WG.

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My housemate Tatiana and her friend Hannah were a strange pair. She was very cheerful and outgoing and her friend was, frankly, a wet shirt. He had begun to study information science at the university, the study but had broken off in the middle, with two friends to write a book on Internet sites for students and then had made the three independently with the profit of the book and founded a small Internet sweatshop. Hannah was there but one of the managers, but over its much geschäftstüchtigeren partners he drew mostly the shorter and played despite his official position rather only the third or fourth fiddle.

also against Tatjana he gave a rather weak picture. Tatjana was often out with friends, was often run out and drank now and then one of the eight. In WG it is one of the people, the front in all decisions with this was and often times with tackled when it came to rebuild something or what to delete. They also had quite a penchant for computers, but more on the social track as the field of web developme. In other words, Tatjana was pretty much in every respect the opposite of Hannah.


As the two had come together, they never told me, but irgendws Hannah seemed to have that the two were together for 3 years.

was how well the relationship between the two, we got another roommate often enough, for Tatiana and her boyfriend often argued on the phone. On the one hand was always occupied the only phone in our four-flat (that was to pre-cell phone days) and, second, you could cough heard through the paper-thin walls of the Student Residences feature a spider and of course, each spoken word, sometimes even by the person at the other end of the line.

Hannes was heard but rarely speak, but what was primarily the fact that sooner or later, during a dispute with any phone Tatjana simply stopped talking, while his girlfriend went on a rage.

Often, the dispute ended with Tatjana ran to the phone in his hand by the WG and the first-best roommate walked her across the path; the same held under the nose and beside himself exclaimed with rage: "Go here, listen, he ever says anything. He does not talk more with me. This guy is silent just yet. I do not believe it. The talks are no longer with me! He defends not again. "

I have honestly asked many times how Hannah felt at the other end of the line well, knowing that his girlfriend just before he met the roommate amount merely presented.

He was afraid but still in our flat and slept regularly with Tatiana. It appears that Hannah did not bother because the roommate in any dispute - in fact I wanted to write but here is I think rather stereo - Mono witnessed.

receive all of the telephone Strife was the relationship, and several months later, Tatiana and Hannes even moved into a small two-room apartment together in Hindenburgstrasse. Whether Hannah was still there yelled silently or sometimes fought - or whether they both got on in their apartment - I do not know.

Tatjana When I met some years later times in the city, they told me that they still would be together with Hannah and she would marry in May. Hannah seemed to have something that Tatiana was great in itself - its expression was not sure ...

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Generations

The WG life I did well: you did not pay all the rent alone, but could share the costs of heating, general electricity, garbage disposal, water and phone / DSL. With a little luck brought new roommate with crockery and kitchen equipment and were able to replace that which had disappeared with the exodus of the last housemate.

Actually, I liked living in an apartment very well. The inconsistencies due to the cleaning plan or waste disposal were annoying sometimes, but that was nothing that could resolve to clear the air every few weeks.

The bigger problem is more of the age difference, which teamed up with each passing year between the new roommates and me. At one point I had reached the point at which interested younger for a vacant room 10 or even 12 years than me. And that was really a strange situation. The new roommate came almost from a different generation than me. The

expressed in different situations. Often the new roommate came directly from home and had never lived alone, let alone at himself purged or use a vacuum cleaner. In addition, most true "Erstis" which took to the university were better in the beer garden, and instead of learning rather party did.

After 10 years as a student and as an employee at the university, I had developed other interests and leisure entertainment and was happy when I rest in the evening times to Home or work which could prepare for the next day. With a pack of drunken, loud laughing 20 years in the kitchen of course that was anything but easy.

has even a 20 year old Erstsemsterstudent a completely different rhythm of life 32 years as a Department employee. Sure, I got along well with other students and was glad that in addition to the three top-lived until mid-twenties student also the student of Iris, which is only two years younger than I was and understanding of my problems with the "youth" in our apartment was.

Iris and I often sat in the kitchen at night, watching a TV series on the laptop and talked and listened to how the party-goers trickled out of our group after and after the last of their campaign through the apartment door.

Once Iris and I were sitting right in front of an episode of the series "Desperate Housewives" as Angelo was in the apartment. When he came past the kitchen, he was swaying in the doorway grinning, to Iris and me in the kitchen and said, "Hi, are you still on? Was a brilliant University of party tonight. "

at once he held his hand over her mouth and disappeared into the toilet, which he used shortly loudly.

Iris shook her head. "Yesterday, Gundula, now Angelo ... is you noticed that our currently roommate hanging over the bowl often? "

" From Gundula I have heard nothing, "I said. "But let them anyway. It is their life. We were still no different ... "

Iris did not answer it and we both sat silently in the kitchen, listening to how Angelo in the bathroom rinsing the mouth and let the meaning of my carefree then sink into spoken words.

"Somehow I feel sometimes like we're the parents and Gundula, Angelo and Sebastian were our children." I said to Iris. "They are just 7 to 12 years younger than us."

"From the feeling come from the three already of a different generation than us." In, I agreed iris. . Ten years can make a big difference, "

I looked at Iris, and expressed the question that all the time already latent in the air out," Did you ever feel that we are getting too old for the WG life ? be "

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end without fear

Gerhard went as he had come: he packed his few belongings in his small suitcase, he worked for and left the apartment. As he walked past the kitchen, in which Simon, Nadine and I were sitting, he remained short, staring at the floor and muttered, "You have me ! Kicked "

Then he left our house without another word to say and left out of spite as the front door - are open - which he had slammed so often at night.

And then he was gone. Just like that. Like a bad nightmare upon awakening.

Only the bad smell from his former room, recalled that Gerhard had three months with us familiar.


The solution to our problem roommate turned out to be easier in the end than we had thought.

After the cancellation of Mr. Franke, the residence of the student union representative, Gerhard to put in another house we went next for Asta, there to inquire about our opportunities and possibilities to enable Gerhard.

"I can understand Mr. Franke's concerns," said Jorn, the Asta-member who we expressed our problem. "In the press saw the sacking of a disabled student from the dorm really bad for the student union. Especially such a famous students such as Gerhard "

(I am still wondering why Gerhard my two roommates and myself before its entry into our flat had not yet been announced - apparently we were three so that the absolute minority at the university! ).

Asta That a member may look at the website of the University administration would suggest, I would have thought of before. Fortunately, Jörn rehabilitated with his next sentence immediately.

"Actually you would have the students work by Gerhard did not share in the apartment. That was a mistake! "

" My words, "I agreed with him. "Well, and what we do with him? Can the student work did not just put it in another house? For example, in a nice single room in the rabbit in the stables Sonnenbühl West or something? "

" As far as I know are probably just a few rooms in Sonnenbühl free, "said Joern. "To the end of the semester because there is always a great Change. Funny that Mr. Franke has not responded to your request. Does he have a reason to be mad at you? "

" We have found two months, no tenant, "said Nadine. "That's all."

"Hm!" Jörg thinking aloud. "Were you ever at Mrs. Wiesenthal, head of the student union?"

"Head of the Student Union?" I asked. "I thought Mr. Franke is the leader of the student union."

"No, Mr. Franke conducts only the Department of Student Housing. Wiesenthal wife is the head of the whole store, and thus the head of Mr. Franke. Maybe you can even convince them of your concerns. "

A week later sat Nadine, Simone and I in the office of Mrs. Wiesenthal and this was much more understanding than Mr. Franke. While the three of us alternately marked what we did with Gerhard so everything happened, she shook her head and often said things like, "Really? One can hardly imagine, "" Is that true? "" That sounds bad, "" And you had now for over two and a half months living with him? ".

After we had sent three women Wiesenthal writes the lyrics almost half an hour and arrived at the end of our discussion was, she said the saving words, "I speak with Mr. Franke times and will see if can arrange like something."

On Monday in the week after, Gerhard moved into a single room in Sonnenbühl.

Who would have thought that things could be so easy ...

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Iris out of the tent

If you with other people almost 365 days a year in a single apartment to live together, you learn it very, shall we say, know-intensive. So you get not only with all the happy and positive moments of these people directly, but also all the bad days, and especially all the quirks they have.

Not infrequently, one hears that best friends or girlfriends, to move in together, go separate ways after a few months, and often never talk to each other. There is just something completely different than someone now and then for a few hours to see or spend time with that person a night or two in the same room. This person but to run every morning with unwashed hair and bad breath on the way, is a completely different story!

The best is always in my opinion, if they know future roommates in together before they have not already. Thus, still an asshole move into the flat, but at least one loses no friend, if that person then is going on.

flatmates that I shoot for the moon wished I had so few. With most of which I was never really warm. These were people for whom I knew from the beginning that I will never see them again when they once were moved out.

in my city-WG applied once Iris, a graduate student from my chair for a room. I knew she was looking for a room and told her that we would be free to rent a room. I liked her and I could well imagine that they would move into my flat - knowing that with friends and acquaintances should not move in together. But as well as I knew they still do not ...

After a private round of introductions here in the WG (ie Iris times of my roommates and I invited to the WG-dinner) she was allowed to move in with us.

It was not until then rather nice, to have them with us in the apartment. Finally someone was living again in my age group in the apartment and then Iris has also studied the same today as I did, so we had to chat as always. Often, they knocked at my door in the evening and asked if we could entertain us, or if I wanted a glass of Pinot Grigio with her drink. Now and then we sat down with my laptop in the kitchen and watched together a series of "Friends." All in all, we got along very well. Only they had

just a few quirks that I found rather annoying. She was raised as apparently in a tent, because she made doors never with the latch, but it was so long in the castle until they were finally, what sometimes three or four tries needed - somehow I felt in my time Gerhard reminds of my ex-flat.

By rinsing them did not have it so. She likes to put her dirty dishes in the sink and left it there until the next day or night stand. And bring all the cleaning plan or waste down, I had to remind them regularly. Now and then she used to my stash in the fridge and when I spoke to them on it they said what in the way: "We're friends, because it is not so bad. I'll bring you some day a new one with "

Sure, those were all just little things, but when day after day, week, had parading week always the same game (" Bring down your litter, "" Could you rinse again "" Where is my parmesan cheese go? "), the somewhat haggard from the bonds of friendship.

I tried to get over to see, but there were always discussions and bad blood, and then they are no longer quite so often knocked on my door the evening grew old and Pino Grigio in the fridge. From time to time we still looked Friends, but no longer quite so often as before.

lived up to my statement for professional reasons, Iris and I were with three other students in my city-WG and punished to the prejudices of friends, pull together and to suffer no more then may lie. Our friendship had changed by the time together in the house: once again I did not want to go with her, to me it was too tiring.

friends But we stayed ...

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trouble with the old building at the airport

My room in my old-WG was frankly a drafty hole. The house, 4 in the Floor we had our flat was in the 17th Century and has been renovated since then only marginally.

The fuse box the corridor was old, that it would not have been surprised if the fuses or the swastika had been carved. The doors and windows in our apartment were really thin, under the window sills to air pulled through and it was through his door every step to hear in the hallway - and I do not want to know what people in the hallway outside all could listen to sounds from my room ...

the floor boards in the ceiling and the walls were housed mice and even if my friend came to visit, I always had to go first on spider hunting, as it has a phobia of spiders. I often did at the end of the hunt carried a two-digit number of spiders in front of the door.

The house had desperately needed a renovation, but Mr. von Hohenstein, the owner of the house, completely broke and craft a real dud.

He once came to the actually not such a bad idea that he wanted to replace the broken tiles in the small hallway. First, he wanted to move us heavy, dark brown tiles in the hallway, where anyway the whole day was dim, as the hall had no windows.
When I told him that we would have no ground, as in the brewery and it should put us kindly white tiles in the hallway, he pulled from the building two different types of white tiles and put them in the hallway because he did not get enough of a Art could get - after three days the first tile again easily ...

The house was so old that there was no case for sewage pipes and the toilet flushing and so were all the tubes out of our apartment to the drain pipe out to the outer wall of the house.

"I have a special permit from the city," said Mr. Hohenstein to him once when I asked if this was allowed because Sun "The house is a listed building, because no one can lay pipes through the walls."

Whether the times as agreed, I was not sure. But the scheme has meant that we can often get in the winter hot water in the kitchen or bathroom run 20 minutes Had to be flushed to the pipe to prevent it from frozen.
When my roommate and I once every Christmas for over two weeks, were in the apartment was, it did happen and the gutter was frozen. Even hot water can run no longer worked. At some point the water was in the bath and no longer flowed from.

Ultimately, Hermann von Hohenstein spent a good 3 hours on a aluminum ladder on the wall and the receding ice rain tube with a soldering iron for the electronic hobbyist.

When I moved from the small to one of the larger rooms after we got rid of our house dragon Diana, Hermann wanted to renovate the room is clean and put a new floor. So he ordered me

times to be in the apartment, the rent with me to discuss and submit to me his ideas for the renovation. Shortly after I had rung the bell at his door, he made on me and took me to his "work" a little about 12-square-foot space, which was to be placed under the ceiling full of shelves, where there are books, electronic magazines, boxes of diodes, transistors, wires, LEDs, etc. piled up. On the only table in the room between other magazine stacks and shelves towers stood an old 14 "monitor from IBM. Under the table the right, at least 10 years old 486 computer was on the under Warranty still ran Windows 3.11.

Mr. Hohenstein dropped into a scruffy office chair and motioned me to sit down on a wooden folding chair on which a thin, lay with corduroy fabric covered cushions.

He came straight to the point. "Your new room, I would underline know before you move. Mrs. W. (Daniel the dragon) is now fully covered without underline the room. "

" Did you expect it to something else? "I interjected. "Did she at least paid their rent last?"

Hermann grinned at me and stroked his Schnautzbart. "I need not tell you," he said. He ran again with the thumb and index finger over the Schnäutzer and then murmured: "We have agreed to set off the last rent from the deposit."

I grinned at my landlord. As I expected, he could not keep a secret. In addition, I was already clear that Diana had not paid their rent last, they never paid anything on time.

"Anyway. For your floor I've ever considered what. How about if I interpret the two rooms with coconut mats? Others like me here in the room on the ground have. "He looked down at his feet.

I let my eyes briefly glide across the floor and said then "it's not serious? Something one can not put in a bedroom and living room! This is her work, as this is a floor mounted, but I'd love to run there in socks or bare feet over it and will not have such as a basement floor in it. "

Hermann looked at me dumbfounded. "This is still a beautiful floor," he murmured thoughtfully. He was fast but in small. "I can not even look at the recycling center, if I can find even a carpet or a couple of laminated plates."

"carpet or laminate sounds good," I agreed with him. "Just please do not brown carpet."

"But they have claims. Well, so be it. "Herr von Hohenstein had sometimes been a few strange expressions in stock. "Please go now!"

fact, my landlord moved a rug in the first room and laminate in my second room and in the adjoining room, where Michael lived, if he was not just on holiday at the moment.

The laminate was even halfway installed at ground level, so there was hardly any unevenness between two adjacent panels. The carpet was a different story. Hermann had apparently do not use as much carpet adhesive and had stuck the carpet only occasionally on the floor boards, which meant that within a few days for air bubbles and waves were on the carpet. He also had attached to the walls no trim, so you could see anywhere how sloppy he had cut the carpet actually handle and how many times he had to correct errors in cutting.

least I had are no cork mats on the floor in my room ...

After the disaster with the frozen gutter decided by Mr. Hohenstein to replace these suboptimal solution with something better and more modern. With a fresh loan from the bank in the case of Mr. Hohenstein was an isolated sewage pipe attached to the outside of the house by a qualified Workshop - fortunately he had this work not expect from yourself, who knows what would come of it. Perhaps he could do it, the tube positioned so that the water had run up, not down. Unfortunately

was installed the pipe for structural reasons, to other side of the house, so that initially could only be connected to the toilet. The kitchen and the bathroom had also to the other side of the dwelling to be laid.

So we Herr von Hohenstein had not previously declared. My roommate Wigald, Isabel and I introduced him to task and asked him how the imagining.

"Simple," grinned Hermann us at. "Mr. P. (Wigald) gives one of his two rooms, I make the door and then there is a small kitchen fitted with a shower."

the storm of indignation, which came on after the announcement of our landlord, need I well not to repeat here. My roommate and I were in any case not satisfied with these plans.

"And if one wants to shower, then he must always complete the kitchen or as you imagined it?" I asked him.

"I can move in a plywood wall and cut off a small bathroom."

"The room is a pitched roof with 18 square meters floor area and you want to turn it into two rooms? "Asked Wigald aghast. "Where are we going as a dining table set inside or shelves and storage cabinets?"

"Everyone can keep his stores but in his room." Herr von Hohenstein had today but really an answer for everything.

"We have mice in the apartment anyway? Will next be even cockroaches and ants come to this? "

" Now you are ready to compromise but something, "called the landlord. "I've still got nothing reported about my plans, a wall through the great hall to draw, so I have uninterrupted access to the attic. I want to create there even an apartment. "

" What, you do not want us just take a room, but still half the hall? "I asked indignantly. "That is the question!"

"I take away from you but no room. The old kitchen can be used instead as a new bedroom and the bathroom is a store room. "

" A store inside a bathtub. Super! "Quipped Isabel.

"I was thinking that I am a board can be mounted with hinges on the bathtub. Then you have a beautiful Chest in the room. But what about the fine. "

Mr. Hohenstein was now an interior decorator probably eaten for breakfast. The discussion went a while without success. We steadfastly refused to endorse these plans and at the end of the debate announced by Mr. Hohenstein all of us at the earliest possible date and started the next day, a line of bricks down the hall drew lots to draw.

a while we thought about ourselves if we are to him the entrance to our apartment - if necessary even with the help of a lawyer - should be forbidden as long as we still lived there. But since Isabel was the second three weeks will remain on the statement date out into the apartment, nor to their studies to conclude, we talked back and give her sake let Herr von Hohenstein, even if it does not suit us, without our consent that he began to rebuild the house.

sometimes you can get is just too much like, just to keep the peace.

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When I went to my second internship at NYU in the U.S., I asked my Professor about to bring him a few things and Germany.

He already had departed a few days before me and had me leave the message that things would be in his office on the table. The day before my departure I went to his office to pack up the things I take for him wanted - I HiWi (research assistant) was in his Department, I had a key to his office.
When I entered the office I almost by lightning! On the table two large printer paper cartons were filled with completed questionnaires, three boxes of brand new headsets for PCs, some books from the university library, and a headrest made of metal for scientific experiments, in which the head of the participant needs to be clicked.
latter in particular was to transport very large and poor. The head restraint consisted of a base plate made of metal, on which two good 1-meter-long rods were screwed. Halfway up was a cross bar with an indentation a chin rest mounted about 25 cm above it was an ergonomically shaped front bracket attached. All in all, the unit looked very brutal, as an instrument of torture in the Russian army or something - and I should introduce in the U.S. to get through customs. Oh great!

As I recovered from my shock, I first went to the office of the secretary of my professors: "Hello Hendrike, tell me the Prof asked me to bring him a few things in the U.S.. You know, if he thinks all the stuff on the table in his office? "

Hendrike turned in her chair to face me. "As far as I know. Why you ask? "

" I can not possibly take all the boxes with paper. May I introduce only 25 kilograms of baggage in the U.S., the paper alone weighs 10 kilos so already determined. In addition, I get that not everything in my suitcase. "

" Hm, no idea how you shall do it. He said only that he needs the documents on Monday. "

" I can take the impossible, "I said.

"Look, we call him once in the U.S.." She looked at the clock on their computer. Said, "In New York it should be now 10 clock early, as it would actually be reached in his office."

done. The problem was quickly resolved when I do not things could take, we should send them to him via express mail. He needed the documents on Monday morning. The headphones and the head restraint should I bring but yourself.

Since the two cardboard boxes were so heavy, I offered Hendike that I bring the boxes to the front post and there would do the paperwork for shipment. Once in the House post office I figured the post office staff that the postage would be for the two boxes 154 €!

I found it horrendously expensive, I called Hendrike to assure me that I should send the package itself for that price. They confirmed to me that Prof. has said that he needed the package would need on Monday, no matter what the cost.

And so I sent him a pile of paper - according to my experience, in which he would most likely not even look into it - for almost as much money as 20 hours would cost HiWi ...

The rest I took with me to my home, even if I had not considered how I would get this chunky head rest in my suitcase. Fortunately, the rest could be almost completely taken apart, so I could lay the rod across in my suitcase.

I had my account but not with the security services made at the airport. Even when departing in Frankfurt, I had to open my suitcase and explain what would lie there for a rod in it. The German authorities could be quite fast but I was able to appease and give my suitcase for the flight.

A colleague of mine had told me once that she had forgotten a bread knife in her hand luggage at the airport then pretty thoroughly frisked and questioned, was before her (of course without the knife, which you had to mail it to yourself ) allowed the departure.
After landing would have security guards at the exit from the plane waited to take her away to a private meeting with an interviewer of airport security. Apparently, it concluded, the colleague, informed an employee of the departure airport security services at the arrival airport is about her faux pas.

similar happened to me at JFK airport in New York. For me, the security officials were waiting, but not when starting the gangway but only at the switch for entry into the United States. And the U.S. officials were much more thoroughly than their German colleagues.

me my entire suitcase left on a table at the immigration counters to overcome, so that all the other passengers could see my clothes including my underwear. Moreover, I show the function of the local unit so that I was forced to the headrest in front of the official build and show off - luckily I did not know anyone in the queues at the immigration counters. Just as you looked at me, I had just delivered them an unforgettable performance.

I also had a student ID card of the University of Konstanz with me and the address of the offices of the New York University, where I should report on Monday morning were to grant me the officials but in the end. After all, the plane had arrived in a part of New York and all the other weapons that are on U.S. highways go, my head rest arm only a little evil. Also had I on the I-54 form that any foreign national to fill the aircraft must not checked, that plan I would kill the U.S. president (this question is actually put - as if had there ever been someone "yes" is checked .. .)

The headsets and the linkage I made on Monday at the university. The two boxes of questionnaires came only on Wednesday.

"If you had to bring the questionnaires but can not? You are a strong young man "- these words were the only thanks that I could make myself at the airport to Depp. Well thank you!

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The obsessional Gerhard was the strangest by far the roommate with whom I had to deal during my time flat. The Student had it placed us in the apartment and refused to take him out again when we realized what was for us as a cuckoo's egg placed in the apartment.

In psychology studies, I had learned that it is compulsory neurotics often embarrassed that they have this uncontrollable constraints and they are ashamed of it and often do not withdraw as much as possible from the public. Gerhard
in this respect was entirely different. He often told you about and its constraints, and described each, which is not fast enough could think of a good excuse to run away, how bad it would be for him and how much he would suffer the constraints.

fact, he came across quite differently. Sure, he had a hard time with its constraints, but he was still as if he had closed his peace with his illness, yes, as if he had even started to feel as something special because he was different than the others. Sometimes I felt as if he would peddle literally with its constraints, to try to assess understanding and affection of others to win.

He looked as if he would be defined by its constraints, I'm neurotic, so I am ... someone.

He developed even permanently new neuroses to his standard constraints. - (lock doors and windows) washing compulsion, the compulsion to control, Berührzwang (not want to be touched) and Zählzwang (often he was at university and was one of the small change in his shirt pocket so I watched from the foyer of the University of times as he walked the split staircase to the A-region on one side down, the other side came up again, then this site went down and on the one hand came up again. As it while a student in the ran away, he yelled at him like "Go away! barrel not me!"
Apparently this was some kind of compulsion order that he has all sides of a stairway must be run up or down once before he can go on.

Another time I met Caroline in the kitchen when granting their shopping in her closet compartment. When she saw me come in she said, "You know what's happening to me? I have seen Gerhard in the city. "

" Really, what the order this time of day in the city? Actually, he is now still at the university in the Bib. "

" I was just on my way to the bus stop public office when I discovered him on the sidewalk. He stood petrified in front of a bunch of dogs that lay before him on the sidewalk. When I asked him what's going on, he said he could not go further because he was afraid that he in the dog pile could occur. "

" Really? That's absurd! How long he stood there already? "

" He said he wanted to take the bus just after 9th When I met him it was already half past eleven. "Said Caroline. "I took him by the hand and we walked together to the bus stop. The poor guy! "

I shook my head in disbelief. "What always think of the things. Just imagine that would happen to him on a zebra crossing or a pedestrian crossing. The so all traffic would be stopped. "


After a few weeks later, Caroline moved out to her best friend to pull together, we got the first semester economics student Simone with Nachmieterin. When Simon had presented was not Gerhard moved in with us and they had not had a chance to advance to make an idea on what they were getting into.
She was rudely when they came to our apartment thrown into the deep end: Gerhard was in his dirty underwear and wore his mountain boots in the open door as Simone and her parents her furniture and clothes in the apartment.
I hear Simone's mother whispers to her, "So what did you just admitted there?"


Granted, the longer lived Gerhard with us and the more hopeless our efforts he looked again to get rid of, the, uh, shall we say, our experimental use of Gerhard. Nadine and I both studied psychology and had learned that desensitization was a proven method for constraints and other neuroses.

So I went often during the day with holding one's nose into his room and opened the window to free our apartment at least for a few hours of its smell. Almost every night I heard him curse in his room when he got home.

When times got mail, which was rare enough, I always laid it on the floor in front of his door. When the evening he came home and discovered the Post, he called most, knowing that I would hear, loud into the corridor: "George, but not always put my post on the floor. You know very well that I can not then cancel because of the fox tapeworm "

The next morning the post was gone forever - but obviously he could stand up to his neuroses ...


So Caroline was still living with us, it was also once witnessed a different character from Gerhard. So they came once to my room and said, "You know what I have just noticed?"

I shook my head. "Shoot. What?

"I heard Gerhard in his room chatting loudly and asked me first, whether there would have a guest. So far he had never taken time with someone in the WG. But then I heard the words and realized that he was praying loudly, "

" Really? And why did he pray? "

" He repeated several requests like, Please dear God, do I not lose my keys 'or' Please do not let me forget my Busgeld. " He repeated this request certainly ten or twenty times. His door was partially open and I could see that in underwear kneeling beside the bed and prayed against the wall. It looked very strange. "


I had not thought of that faith Gerhard is. What I had seen many times and even had heard about him was that he was very easily irritated and so with the recent German history was not quite as accurate ...

So I once heard of a fellow student that he Gerhard views on the bus, or rather heard it. Gerhard was because of some strange compulsion buy a semester ticket for the bus but had to pay more each trip individually.
Once he had just bought his ticket when the bus driver drove off already. Gerhard was probably as surprised by the start of the bus that he found his ticket out of his hand on the floor. Furthermore, he was so angry that he yelled at the driver: "If I had a gun I would shoot you, you Nazi pig! "

The bus driver was probably smart enough not to respond to such provocation and had rumschreien Gerhard. In the case of Stadtwerke Konstanz Gerhard was certainly known as a sore thumb ...


other hand, Gerhard also believed in the devil, as I learned through my neighbors again. Marius, a sports student from the neighbor-WG, was a big heavy metal fan and often wore T-shirts from Iron Maiden, on which were most ready to buy any zombies or skulls.
When Marius heard that a penalty was € sufferers named Gerhard moved in with us in the apartment, he said, "Is this the guy who always runs at the university in front of me like this, because he thinks I am the Antichrist? "

" Why Antichrist? "I asked.

"If I wear my Iron Maiden T-shirts, he always runs away from me. Probably he is afraid of the artwork on the T-shirts. This is really always so funny! I've never seen a grown man run as fast. "

I do not need to write that Marius was in this conversation, often times invited us for a beer ...


One Sunday afternoon I came from a home leave with Manuela back to my flat and immediately noticed the new fragrance, which had spread in the apartment.

Just at that moment went to the kitchen door and Gerhard, and a second person came out of the kitchen. Gerhard's companion was the middle of summer boots, a discharged jeans and a dirty parka, which he had drawn up to his neck. He had long greasy hair and smiled at me uncertainly. Gerhard pointed to his friend and said: "This is Ralf, did he fear of drafts, so we have all the windows!"

Oh great, plague and cholera at once!

I mumbled "hello" and squeezed piece with Manuela in tow at the two over to my room in order first to tear open the window and gasp for fresh air.

After I catch your breath came I said to Manuel: ". Now we do with the two something Desensibilisierungstraining"

I went out into the hallway, opened her apartment door gaping wide and then went into the kitchen where Gerhard and Ralf sat at the table and talked and there was also still on the window.

Ralf jumped up with a scream and fled in Gerhard's room.

"You're so mean" bleated Gerhard and joined his colleagues sentiments.

"wash out again," I called after him. "And take the same with Ralf and his parka in the shower - that's had also once again necessary!" to make

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An internship in New York, was for me a big long dream. I had seen on television and in movies as much about the "Big Apple" that I finally wanted to see the city itself in order to form my own opinion.

When I was at JFK airport first set foot on American soil, I could not even believe that I now actually "over there" bin. Since I picked up my girlfriend Manuela and an acquaintance of her at the airport, I had no time naturally have to take too great a view of the city. Manuela and I had not seen for two months (and we were including those two months only three months together!) so I had to do other things than the New York skyline to admire on the way from the airport to my new home.
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During this first internship in the States, I go to several opportunities in the city. But since we a two-hour train ride from Central Station were living, I was rarely in the city than I would have liked.

later had During my second internship 2 years I have more time for me to see the city because I lived in the middle of Brooklyn and needed "only" 45 minutes from my apartment to Union Square Park in midtown Manhattan. So I spent much time in the city, looked me to all parts of Italy to the Bronx Littly and ran on my best day from Battery Park at the southern tip of Manhattan up to 110 street (a little over 12 miles!) that the Central Park bounded on the north.

A long-cherished dream of mine was to ride once with inline skates through Central Park. I had so often seen movies where the main characters jogged through Central Park, rode bicycles or drove on skates, so I make sure wanted to.

I had my skates on the flight as hand luggage taken on board, which had left the flight attendant with an irritated groan, because the skates were very cumbersome and not in the tray adapted for hand luggage. In the end, but found it in a kind of chest at the rear exit of the aircraft still room for the skates.

As long as I lived in Brooklyn, but I had never had the time or inclination on the subway to go to Central Park to skate just about there and then drenched in sweat to go back to showering in my apartment in Brooklyn. It was too expensive so I just skated around a bit in Brooklyn, to stay there a little look around.

After four weeks of practical training I got my girlfriend still visit for two weeks and we wanted to look around a little in the city and perhaps rumreisen. Because my landlord in Brooklyn did not want a second person was living in my room, I had to look what else.

not entirely altruistic, I looked for a hostel in the 110 road at the north end of Central Park. So I could meet on the morning of the day of Manuela's arrival at Newark Airport or my dream: once by the Central Park skating!

Central Park is actually one paradox: because in a city where the rental space is almost worth its weight in gold, such a large, non-commercial space to have, is actually an impossibility. The fact that no one has tried, Central Park into a "Central Parking Lot" or is to transform a large office complex, hard to believe - has tried well, it certainly someone, just so far was not successful.

In any case, it was to ride for me a very special experience, with skating through Central Park. Thus, a huge, green oasis in a canyon of skyscrapers in the middle of the city is already a strange sight.

I had enough time, I skated from the corner of Central Park West and West 110th Street, a large round through Central Park past the Harlem Meer and the Jackie Onassis Reservoir all the way down to West 59 Street and then back again. The weather was sunny and almost a bit too hot the streets around the park were teeming with joggers, cyclists, skaters, hikers and horse drawn carriages, but as the roads in the park extra have a fast track for those in a hurry, I was still thoroughly and enjoyed it in the shadow of the New York skyline a tour of the Park turn.

I was still on the way back a stop at the level of West 93rd Street. There is a small paved circuit, where inline and roller skaters in the shade of the trees turn to the music of street musicians make their rounds - and "Showing off" can operate.
A few women athletes in the strict dress fly round and showed her curves as well as a few skaters Bodybuilders who hinted her perfectly shredded abdominal muscles through their skin-tight, sleeveless shirts.

Besides these typical fitness studio audience to see some normal people, including an elderly man who drove in the round-about and thereby three water bottles on his head balanced - I later learned that this "water carrier" has taken almost a similar celebrity had, as the Nude Cowboy in Times Square.

Since approached the arrival of Manuel and I take a shower before or should, I had to go home. Back at the hostel, I wondered how all the joggers, cyclists and Skater made even with the showers after sport. I had, despite intensive Internet search is no way to shower or wash up in the vicinity of the park found for example in a swimming pool or a gym and was glad that my hostel was right on the border of the park, so I without a long subway or bus ride came to a shower.

The other athletes, whom I had met in my lap through the park had to either live around the park, or have no problem to harass their fellow citizens by their body odor in public transport - on the other, the smells to a sometimes from one of the hopelessly overcrowded Subway Wagon spilled contrary, the exhalations of the joggers were surely only negligible.

took the afternoon my friend at the airport and did not come a second time to to skate through the park. But at least I had this dream come true to me once and it was well worth it!

for a long time, I imagined how it would be like to live in an apartment on Central Park West, and often to a go-around through the park can - to this day have I met this particular dream yet, but what is not can still be ...

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had through my several internships in the U.S. quite a few experiences with the universities in these two countries made and had to sit even with the one or the other officers mold (especially in Germany) apart. An experience that I have made here is that we in Germany are often perceived as annoying complainer that keeps the university staff from their actual work (whatever that is).

In the U.S., university employees are completely different. They are friendly, courteous, helpful, but often completely clueless Every time I went to an American university in the student or faculty office, I was warmly received, so in style:

"Hello, how are you? If the not a beautiful day? How can I help you? ... "

One can imagine the conversations: Very friendly, very helpful and courteous. Often I was told that I am very good at filling out forms - my standard response to this "praise" was that I'm from Germany and we are proficient in German filling out forms.
In Germany, however, it is often with a more or less friendly welcome (well, some say, "How can I help you?" But the way it sounds to say it rather "What do you want?" Need to get in my light and my wegatmen air? ") is then operated or being told that someone else was responsible, "This makes the master tailor in C413, but today leave"

The Unia-off in the U.S. are friendly and helpful, but would never admit in life, that they have no idea what they want or who could help me further. In Stony Brook I did this happen so often that when I went to one of the registrar's office, I was received very warmly, the secretary was friendly and interested, and when I uttered my question also mentions it often, "Well, that's not my job, but sometimes go down the aisle to the last office on the left. This is Judy's ! Office responsible for your concern "at the end of the hallway

in the said office I was welcomed very warmly by Judy, she was curious and polite and when I presented my problem, she said," Oh, but I'm not responsible but sometimes go to the office Estelle XXX at the end of the corridor. Which is responsible for you. "

At the end of the corridor in Estelle's office I was greeted warmly, Estelle was polite and curious, and as I presented my problem ...

It is not difficult to imagine how this story goes on. Eventually I ended up mostly in the correct office and was able to solve my problem, but why me no or sent directly there has told me that she has or he has no idea and I must make myself clever, I'll probably never understand. It would have to go sure saved a lot of times when I would not have been sent four times in a circle to someone who I can be "guaranteed" to be and would have informed himself instead, and then directly to the right person.

In the U.S., but not the only university employees are like that. Even people you meet on the street or in shops do not dare to tell you that they have no idea. Many Americans apparently have such a strange need for impression management (Impression Management), have more than friendly, helpful and knowledgeable present. Apparently it would cost great effort to say, "I have no idea, ask someone else."

said Manuela and I sometimes in the small town of Port Jefferson go to the movies in the movie "Bugs". We had no idea where the movie was, and navigation systems did not exist back then. Thus, by asking, we had to.

We had such a rough idea could be the cinema, and ran off in the direction. But when we had seen after 20 minutes of running still no movies, we went in in a bagel shop in order to ask for directions. The approximately 18 year old employee sent us towards the city back and said that they would be very sure that is the movie theater there.

After another 20 minutes we asked in the street an old lady on the street for directions to the cinema. She sent us in the direction of the port, because it would be very sure that the cinema would be there.

When we were after a good 15 minutes near the port and had still seen no cinema, we asked in a garage for directions. The man in the shop sent us back in the direction from which we had come. The cinema was only 5 (car) minutes ...

For the film, it was now too late, but we were still out in the hope that perhaps a See subsequent presentation to, or perhaps a different movie.

On the way to the cinema, we came back past the bagel shop in which we asked for directions the first time. The cinema was not 400 meters away from the Donut bakery. And we were running around in circles for over an hour because we are "completely safe" directions of the various people had thought!

Honestly, what's wrong with these people?

Funnily Manuela and I were also asked on the street for directions to a place I did not know the. We were in Stony Brook on his way to Green Cactus, a Mexican fast food restaurant where Manuel and I Eating times were like when a car stopped beside us. In the car sat a man and a woman and a stack of children in the back seat.

"Excuse me, can you tell me how I come to the Home Depot?" I asked the co-driver.

"I'm sorry, but we are not from here. I have no idea where the Home Depot is. "

This was clearly not the answer which the Beifarerin was expected of me. She looked at all bedröppelt and then asked, "Can you show me at least the general direction?"

"I really have no idea. The Home Depot could be anywhere. I can not Direction show! You have to ask someone else. "

The woman looked me speechless with big puppy eyes. The car to drive but made no move on. Apparently the two were not hide the fact that I had them rejected that. Apparently I was

the family not otherwise going to answer the question as to one or the other way. "Try it a try in the direction of town. I would imagine that the Home Depot have more outside the city as a settlement is in the inner city. "

A broad smile came over the face of the co-driver. "Thank you thousand," she said. Then her husband gave Gas and the car went in the direction of it that I had shown the two.

These people can not really deal with rejection. Rather, they can give the wrong information than none. Funny ...

I praise myself but my German fellow-citizens. Either they know the way and tell you how to get to the desired location. Or they have no idea and say that one also.

This I am sent from a non-competent secretariat to the next non-competent secretariat, only because the respective secretary did not want to admit that she had no idea I was frankly pretty bad. But apparently serve the secretaries and other persons so that only a need of their fellow citizens.

because people do not just give a false statement, but some would also have a false statement, only that they have anything at all. This must be

probably a difference in attitude between us Germans and Americans. But as long as you do not for a false statement is sued for a million damages should it be me so if the people are rather crappy, but to get an honest answer.

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celebrate as they are not my problem ...

The birthdays of roommates are always such a thing. Celebrate it in the WG or celebrate their birthdays dear roommate with their non-flat or friends can be his roommate and (most all) roommates on her birthday rather alone, so she in her room her I-am-a-year-older-can become licking wounds.

My roommate Petra for example, was always mad at her age and she crawled on her birthday dear in her room, when looking in the flat to let, where you could run any friendly faces on the way and their possibly also might wish them well.

Nadine other hand, was constantly partying virtually every day something. Since her birthday was just another opportunity to make paella, to barbecue in the courtyard and a few bottles of cervezas to this title.

Simone went on her birthday always to their parents, to celebrate with her friends, Caroline, a waitress on her birthday and brought the work of a bottle of vodka, which we emptied at night at half past one in the WG kitchen with a few sandwiches. In contrast, our roommate John I had never betrayed his birthday ...

My party mood depended mostly on my financial situation if I had enough money, then there was a celebration and if not, then do not. It was as simple in the study.

usually arrived at least for my money one of my legendary coffee party here in the WG-kitchen, or in fine weather in the courtyard of St. Peter Hauser Briel dormitory. On my

last birthday in my dorm-WG I wanted to have a party a big party and had invited many friends and fellow students. My departure to my internship in the United States was imminent and I would not see many of my friends for almost a year, I had folded my birthday and my farewell party.

My roommates wanted instead of a gift the entertainment take my guests, but since I Nadine's and Simone's baking skills have had on previous occasions, bad memories, I took the cake production rather self

Instead, I gave the two a couple of side dishes (such as a salad and puff pastry) for the Pizza evening session. The best gift that I made these two to my last party in my dorm-WG was that they took over the clean-up service to the party!

In view of the fact that my guests had made excessive use of 2kg bag of confetti and fireworks of the room and that all our dishes were distributed on the tables, window sills and shelves of our home, that was a really practical gift ...

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The situation with our compulsion neurotic roommate Gerhard was no longer endure. I could not sleep more before I did not know that Gerhard is in his room and sleep there. My roommate was not much better.

Our new flatmate Simon experienced the same once out WG-life of a special kind of fresh out of the home into a flat with a mentally ill roommate, who washed only once a week, although the morning hours on the bathroom block and every night at Two semi slams the door. So Simon had not presented the WG life for sure.

The student had set ourselves these students in the apartment, the student union had to take him out again. The man was mentally ill and should rather than in an assisted living in a student apartment. He made us all different too sick with his kind

Well appointed Simon, Nadine and I are on a Tuesday morning outside the office of the student union to complain to us together with Mr. Franke, the head of the department of student housing on the situation and to seek a solution to the problem Gerhard.

came after the usual half-hour waiting period before Mr. Franke's office, we turn. When Mr. Franke saw us, he came right to the point.

"Good morning. You all from the WG in Peter Hauser Briel. How is it going to Gerhard?

"That's why we are here," I said. "This is not to Gerhard. The man is mentally ill, has no place in a flat no. Makes us even with his neuroses crazy. "

" knowledge They even like the smell? "Put in Simon. "The only washes once a week and changed all his clothes only once a month! And in the middle of summer. "

" At night he always slams the door, I can not even sleep properly. "Nadine is involved in actions.

Mr. Franke grinned at us and made conciliatory gestures with his hands. "Now sometimes one after the other. What is there for problems? "

" The man is mentally ill. Belongs to an assisted living or in a therapeutic device, but not in a flat share. "

Mr. Franke turned stupid. "What is so bad about him? "

" It stinks, "said Simone. "And yet every morning the bath blocked for two hours because he washes his hands and then getting the entire bathroom flooded."

"He slams every night is a clock at night and wakes up with the doors on the house. Just ask the roommate in the other WGs. They have complained several times with us. "

" This is me already have heard, "nodded Mr. Franke. "What for?"

"He can be verbally aggressive. Recently he has been arguing with a neighbor loudly in the stairwell. I thought that, like a from both the stairs flies down! "

" Listen Mr. Franke, you have to take this man out of our flat. This goes on not. He makes us all crazy with his kind, we hold it any longer, "Mr. Franke

listened to our complaints and nodded from time to time. When we finished our complaints were, he looked every one of us in turn and then said, "Well, now you is not even like that. As bad as it can not be true. "

" makes us crazy with his neuroses. "" The screams just always around. " "Our whole flat stinks when the morning comes out of his room, I can not eat more because I get sick of the stench, "" I can not sleep at night anymore and I'm now testing, "Nadine, Simone and I talked at each other all because Mr. Franke's attempt to play the situation down at the three of us do not even well received.

"Now make me a break!" Mr Franke had abruptly "you" changed, obviously, he was also irritated so slow. "The room was empty for three months and you have not found a new roommate. The Student Union is not a charitable organization, we need to cover costs and work is one of them, that we fully exploit our dormitory rooms. "

I cut him off. "We would still have found a new roommate in July and August is just hard. People are thinking more of holidays or to the beach and not to the relocation. If the FH-students come, we would have already found a renter again! "

" on when and maybe I can not leave me. "Protested Mr. Franke. "In addition, I have found a suitable roommate. I sent him to the interview. They would have had the opportunity to reject the man as a new roommate. "

" Hang on, it was said that we can either accept it or pay the rent for the small room need. One way I would call it, "interjected Nadine.

"Like I said, we are not cariative facility."

"Listen," I said. "They have us clean the set, you will be him that, either can take out. In the rabbit barns is surely also a room available again. Why not give it as a single room. Then he can rumstinken there as he wants and it bothers no one. "

Mr. Franke shook his head. "I can do, even when I wanted. Imagine Just imagine what happens when the press gets wind of it. Then it says: The student is disabled on the road. To such publicity, we can really do without that. "

" Oh, the ropes, "snapped Nadine. "We would have been able to think so. We can just as easily go to the press and say that is the student work a mentally ill people in a healthy WG and now this all makes hospital roommate. "

Mr. Franke grinned through clenched teeth. "You can quite willing to try. I tried will not take Gerhard from the home and this is my last word! "

" You can not imagine how this man stinks, "Simone is the compassionate tour. "I each time offense when he comes out of his room. The man washes as good as ever and he washes his clothes hardly. I can not stand it anymore. I'm just in the first semester and I live only for a few weeks there! The WG life had I imagined really different. "

But Mr. Franke was adamant. "I did understand your objections, but you also need to have understanding for me. I think I am I need not repeat, I can not take him out of the apartment. The only bad publicity. "

" You know what, we can borrow Gerhard times for a weekend and you can give yourself an idea How to do it is with a neurotic compulsion to live under one roof. The odor is a revelation of a very special way! You can believe me! "

" Now you stay times on the carpet, "said Mr. Franke visibly irritated. "Two of them are still students of psychology, but is definitely a you something. On it you can train your therapeutic skills. "

" Well you do your job but make sure not every night back home, right? "Admittedly, the comparison was limping slightly, but I fell so quickly nothing better. "In addition, we are still students first, and second, we do not study psychotherapy but psychology, these are two different pairs of shoes. "

" I have talked enough about this story with you. Outside, there are other students waiting for my office. You have consumed enough of my time. Gerhard remains and now you go! "

Nadine, Simone and I looked at. Nadine nodded to us both. We got up and walked out. "Goodbye," muttered Nadine.

We did beat us - for now.

But that should a sequel to Mr. Frank, we just did not know what one.