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Yesterday I could for the first time this beautiful sparkling crystal parts - also known as snow - see the Moscow sky trickle down. HACH. Dat was also times time. As it was so hot in September, I've already briefly doubted whether am I landed in the right country or whether the plane made a swing through the Caribbean and has left us as easy.

time for the snow I am also the same time, as is fitting for my sensitive immune system, a cold. Clean. Is grad rum ne flu season and I had already given the fact that she has avoided me ... Today I stayed home because of time and was driving the white viewing outdoors unfortunately only through the window of my sixth floor of. Nice people came to visit me and brought me all sorts of health-expectant past stuff. In such moments, his sick-sometimes quite enjoyable. )) ... Against a cold weekend, however, is a little inconvenient, tactically unwise and, understandably, rather disturbing. Therefore I do everything possible to be up tomorrow evening weggehtauglich. It may all existing thumbs down.)

With these words I ever thank you in advance, wish you good night (/ morning / afternoon depending on ... Latitude, ne) and say to me now quite a familiar language "Daswidanie!

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It seems to me now that I must first go abroad to acquaintances, friends or to make soul-mates. Said yes is a bit safer. I mean, now I live now been almost three years out of a suitcase in strange and yet so damn familiar cultures in parallel worlds away from what ... I got home my family and friends make it clear even to some extent could. Since it is only natural that you meet new people with whom you are so necessarily connected somehow feel ... people, who must also find their way through this emotional chaos of self-discovery ...

But I will not digress. Yesterday me is something completely unexpected happened to Tolles. Thought I'd get paid the night NEN little visit. Was, in my view more than I had expected. I danced as if it were my life and I felt again like twenty. Yes sounds from the pen of a twenty-four something unusual ... but who has ever studied as a German citizen in the Russian-speaking countries, will understand me. Here are all making their latest, with 22 already completed and are already married with a maximum of 24 if non already in anticipation of early stage ... yes or divorced again ... turn it's like you want, you FÜ hlt extremely old, when all students at least two to four years younger and run in the same semester.

But that is indeed the non-present, what I wanted out ... On the way home in the metro - verpeilt pretty, but I was still in top shape (Olaf slept the sleep of the righteous ... has taught me the way, still non-dancing .... the alphabet, most recently, he even denies it ever having been able ... dat is probably nothing more ...* gg *) - I led with the one (now) friend nor a stimulating conversation ... so one, which one gives himself so fully and completely and does not on its wider environment. Suddenly - I can not remember what it was - something directed at a fraction of a second off my view to the left ... I looked out again and could not quite believe my eyes ... I began to stare at that person right across from me, because I did not understand a short time ... confusion ... a short time later, it struck me like scales from his eyes, my old friend, whom I know from Minsk, who is from Berlin ..... MORNING AT SEVEN IN HALF THE MOSCOW METRO ... IN THE SAME WAGON ... BIAS AGAINST .!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! We fell into his arms and I felt momentarily like a show from Kai plum or so ... well, people were definitely something to look at and I saw - which happened very rarely in Russia - strangers smile at me out of sheer emotion ... this in turn touched me and made me even more than untwisted I was already so far ... everything is a bit much of course. I've never been so wide awake after a night of drinking and fit as on that evening. And then I say one more, he believed in destiny pffffff non ...!

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A week can be pretty short. Especially if you came to settle his visa issues to spend some time with his family, friends and relax look again ... but as so often is hoped to relax tension ....)) The trip by car to Frankfurt Consulate makes every Lucky Luke look pale. An odyssey on the highway in the pouring rain, the view on the Minimal, reduced congestion, if we had to urgently go to the bathroom and the only way out of the side lawn and the adjacent forest were ... I instinctively sought out the thousand exits the right one. Yes, Germany is a paradise for map reading-objectors. Signposts were great. The consulate then everything went smooth. Somehow too smooth. I wanted the whole non-trust so completely. But in fact: wait two minutes after I had filed the friendly officials, fearing a rejection of the immediate issue of visas for some time my pain, but actually I thought my (WOW!!) RIGHT new visa in hand. And I was like, how? And that was present or what? ... Hard to believe that should be good after all the stress I had here with now everything ...
was fine at home. I think I've never been so happy to read at the landing, the words "Stuttgart". I beamed like a Cheshire cat. Everything was pretty surreal, because I really should not be there. That was not the plan. Then I spent two days working my Jet paint (you spell that right?) Get rid of. This was probably because that on the night of my departure to Stuttgart, the clocks were set back by one hour and then in Germany again for two hours. It is strange, if your Body tells you something completely different from the Clock. Dizziness and nausea.
Have also done all the things I really wanted to do: spend some time with my family, took a bath, ate doner NEN, slept in a large saubequemen bed, watching TV, was at the hairdresser, ate pizza, of course, met all the people who were important to me that still live in Tübingen and the surrounding area .... but ultimately you have to confess that the anticipation is still the greatest joy. It stayed there as a consolation for all)). And
arrived here and glad the Marshrutka-torture from the airport to the university and then the relatively long walk (with a heavy suitcase each walk is long ...) to manage my front door and slipped into pajamas, it must I know that we have cockroaches, most recently as a PG ... yes ... COCKROACHES ... this nasty black nasty, half crawling, half-crawling beasts that are achieved at Ner Ekligkeitsskala of one to ten loose 'ne twenties. "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa !!!", what I thought. This Jana and Anya stood at my door. When Jana told me about the dismal customer had handed me Anja their anti-cockroach-paste that smells just as bad as it sounds, which I then summarily in the living area of these despicable creatures (in the bath under the shower tray) generously distributed ... Ugh! ... nor have I seen any. Acquaintance was allowed to present only my neighbor to make two of them, which they destroyed a short hand. The second was probably because of where he came zurückgeflüchtet ... it will be interesting. But if you first made friends with the thought of these unwanted guests is, one can somehow bear's pretty good ... well ... you be interesting be.

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Wow! 've Been present here on NEM month. And already I feel so at home here than I would have never lived anywhere else ... is so strange how quickly the man but used to adapt to new situations .... Is probably the self-protection mechanism for homesickness or something ...

What is actually in the short time that I'm here because not everything has already happened. My brain can store these vast amounts gar nich. Of these people can sing a song around me already, if they like Gaja wiedermal two days ago, shared an experience told and I have the feeling I heard something completely unknown ... either I am now really old and it was lately perhaps all a bit much ... much of anything.

to my long-awaited Leningrad concert was me. Thanks to my bodyguards and Ali Jovi * gg * we made it up to the stage. The price for this were indeed some Fußquetschungen and rib contusions, but it was worth in any case. )) Last weekend we finally arrived in St. Petersburg. Oh man .. a dream ... a visual orgasm, so to speak ...* gg *... or common words, a delight, is second to none. The boat trip a la Venice on our first (Super-Sun-perfect weather) day, I drove the tears in his eyes as the tour guide (or how else the lady called, the one with in such a Sight-seeing Tours their knowledge happy ... my German has first gaps ... all languages at once to the same well is probably an unexpected custody adjustable dream ...) match at the end also a heartbreaking of Pushkin's poems on St. Petersburg for the best exist. Hachja ... against Moscow, the city acts like a village, idyllic, quiet .... .... soooooooooo ruuuuiiiiihg ruuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuhiiig. )) I want nothing around away. To be fair, I have to add that I am on the way back then but to have got at home ... by the chaos, Rempel masses of people ... that is my earnest. I recommend just any oppurtunities for both cities to behold even ma ... containing nothing of foreign influence á la "da shit ... and there is non ..." Yes ...

hm ... nu and I sit there ... have experienced so much ... because you will communicate this to the world. ... And sits and sits ... and wat was it again because ...?... huh ... that's what I said earlier ... brain like sieve, because too much is by ... well ...

The current situation: the running around is coming to an end. It remains to be my student metro card request (Request by e-wipe fill so ... no easy task, maintain, collect, forward * gg *), but today I actually got the right students plan. A great honor was given to me when I finally walked through the holy door of the Ethnological Institute (after a long hike and requests) and me, the competent lady there too friendly (!) My questions not answered. The sum of all this was more like a miracle, a beautiful dream and non-reality of Moscow. Now, the completely pointless running around and wonders why a non-lecture again takes place at last to an end. I HAVE A PLAN. I love plans. Ok, my friend and helper. We have always known, but rather a more subtle way. The experience here has us together even closer ...))

The new semester is here, fresh in the old . So I stride towards him toootaaaaal motivated (hopefully for a long time * gg *), full of energy and youthful (young at heart * gg *) zeal. And so I wish all other Students a successful and above all interesting semester. And the lovely Justine a happy student life. )) Tschakaaa!