Some pictures for a change

This time I won’t bother you with strenuous eye-tiring reading. Instead you get some pictures.

This is some really old radio I found in the attic of my grandpa’s house (among shitloads of other stuff – which was thrown away). I will try to get the thing working again because I think it must be really cool to have something like that. It’ almost furniture, isn’t it?volksempfangervorn.jpg

This is the thing from behind, where I will have to work a bit to clean it up and get it working again.

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And here I have some “before and after” pictures for you:

The landscape picture from June and the same landscape in July:

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The second picture is taken shortly before harvesting time. Wheat, barley etc. have all changed to this golden colour. There is one drawback: Car rides usually take longer during this time of the year, because streets are filled with tractors and combine harvesters.

The next before and after pictures are from my working place. The first one is the pile of bricks after I had removed the first little wall. The second one is…well…I removed some other stuff as well. Another wall, some tiles…anyway, the pile has grown a bit. You know, just to show you that I really do something for the money I get.

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And that’s it for today. Oh, hang on, I have one more:

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The name of the village (just some hotels and shops, so I don’t know what else to call it) in Turkey where Tanja and I were is “Side”. No further explanations.

Okay, that’s it for now. Next time you’ll have to read again.

Cheers

Max

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Holidays in Turkey

As I mentioned in my last post, Tanja and me went to a holiday in Turkey. This holiday was one of the very typical German things to do for a holiday: flight, transfer from the airport to the hotel, hotel, food, beach: everything included in the price and taken care of by the travel company.

We therefore enjoyed a very aristocratic lifestyle (not having to care for anything; everything is done for your convenience; daily tasks consist mainly of eating, chatting and reading) in a very working class environment (as that is the social class most our fellow tourists belonged to).

This is basically a quite boring holiday but if it is just for a couple of days (as it was in our case) it can be fun.

There was, however, an incident: If you have already read about me suffering diarrhoea after visiting Turkey (in the post: Jack in Bermany) you will now read about me suffering diarrhoea AGAIN after visiting Turkey. There seems to be some connection.

Anyway, during our third night Tanja became very sick, had to throw up and suffered from severe pain in her stomach and bowels. The same fate came to me some hours later. Therefore we spent a nice day in our beds just occasionally interrupted by the compulsory visit of the jacks (otherwise known as WC).

During that day I decided that Turkey, no matter how nice people, landscape, beach and sunshine are, is not a country in which I would ever go on holiday again. The only positive thing I can say is that pharmaceuticals are (at least in comparison to Germany) very very cheap. But I think that is just fair. If they give you the shits for free, they cannot expect you to pay a lot of money to get rid of it…

So, this holiday was definitely NOT worth the money spent on it…

Funny things…

…and not so funny things.

First the not so funny: Those Italian sons of a bitches have won the worldcup! ARGH! I can’t forget that it was them who firstly got one of our players barred for the match against them and secondly beat us. And finally, they win the worldcup! Again with a horrible performance…they played only one bloody decent match in the whole fuckin worldcupe and that was against us!

These events will not make me refrain from eating Pizza and Icecream, but concerning football I consider Italians my enemies.

The more funny things:

My brother has bought a new Laptop (MacBook) with an inbuilt camera. This camera can do very funny effects…my brother and I laughed very, very much when we were trying out what the thing can do.

Some examples? Here you are:

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Max aka “Shrek”

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Max aka “Moby Dick”

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Max aka “The hunchback of Notre Dame” aka “The tongue”

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Probably you don’t find that funny but I was laughing so hard that I almost wet myself (my regards to Jacob!)

Are you a native speaker of English? (If not, you can skip this paragraph)

If yes: would you mind to correct the errors in spelling, grammar and vocabulary which I certainly make? Thank you very much!

Now I should go and pack my things, for tomorrow “I’m leaving on a jet plane” towards Turkey for the rest of the week!!

Cheers!!

Goodbye!

There are three things that I have to say goodbye to:

1. The German football team. UNFORTUNATELY we were kicked out by Italy on Tuesday. It is not really a goodbye, however, because we will play Portugal on Saturday for the bronze medal.

2. My waistline. My aunt ‘provides’ a meal for me every day that I work for her. UNFORTUNATELY she is probably the worst cook in the universe. Either it is some take-away from a butcher’s shop (including meat, meat, sauce and shitloads of calories) or some deep frozen convenience food that she just heats for me. It’s terrible! Moreover, she is under the impression that a young, hard working male needs meat. I get half a cow (pig, lamb, you name it; of course deep frozen) every day and she is usually offended if I don’t finish my plate. I’ll soon die of heart attack. This kind of food is worse than Ulster Fries and Fish’n Chips.

3. The Erasmus haircut. UNFORTUNATELY my hair had grown into some woollen hat that kept my head very warm (not good if you have to work at temperatures of 34 degrees Celcius) and moreover collected all kind of dirt during the day. Therefore it had to go.

Here is the picture: I am back to the length of my first Belfast days.maxjuli2006.jpg

Erik and Margaret: You have seen me sweating a lot during Squash games. You should have seen me today. Working under the roof (nicely heated by the sun) with a humidity around 70%. I couldn’t drink as fast as I was sweating. Awful.

But enough of the complaing. Don’t be fooled: I am doing quite well. Right now I am looking forward to a holiday in Turkey together with Tanja. We will be there from Tuesday to Saturday.

Cheers

Max

Some random things

This weekend was full of events.

The most important one: Friday evening 5 o’clock: The first quarter final of the FIFA World Cup 2006 featuring Germany and Argentina. Tanja and me went to a pub in Bonn to watch the match. It didn’t look very good for Germany because the Argentinians were playing better and consequently scored the first goal in the 49th minute. Then, however, Germany came back but there weren’t many dangerous situations for the Argentinian goal. I was close to giving up all hope, when, in the 80th minute German offender Miroslave Klose scored the equalizer. In that moment, all the frustration, loneliness, anger and whatever negative feelings I had to suffer since I came back from Belfast were released in a loud, ferocious cry of happiness and relief. (I am still hoarse…).

After that the match had to go through extra time and penalties were finally Germany prevailed. HOORAY!! And after that extremely thrilling game the mood on the streets in Germany was NUTS! The streets were full of people celebrating, singing, shouting, cheering…a happy crowd in black, red and yellow. germanycelebrating.jpg

I can imagine that the frenzy must have been immeasurble in certain cities that are less posh and quiet than Bonn!! It is very unusual for Germans to display that much patriotism – probably because it was (and is) considered rather strange to be proud of being a German (the reason for that is, of course, to be found in our past and there’s no need to tell you what happened then).

Another thing that I would like to mention and show you here is a monument that I saw. It is not particularly known as a monument but I personally consider it a monument. It is a monument to ugliness, a monument to the haughtiness and pride of the human race and a monument to engineering. It is breathtaking and the photograph (as usual) falls short of reality.

The thing of which I am speaking is one of the highest bridges (at least 200m high) in Germany. It is crossing the Mosel valley south of Koblenz.  bridge_mosel.jpg

Driving by with the train I could feel this aedificium‘s ambiguity: On the one hand it represents a culture that is in favour of movement which means that it enables us to travel and to see beautiful places in other parts of the world. On the other hand it thoroughly spoils the beauty of this magnificent valley although I must admit that at the same time it fills me with wonder and admiration for the engineering, the sweat and the craftsmanship that was necessary to erect it.

Whoever has read You’ve got soul by Jeremy Clarkson knows what I am about: This bridge has got soul.

Whatever. I am back in the Saarland now and I will soon be off for some Squash with a friend. Just one more trivia fact about the Saarland:

While the Saarland is the state that joined the Federal Republic latest (January 1st 1957) it is still the state that is longest existent in its present shape. The reason for that is, that it was created after WW I  in the Versailles treaty whereas the other German states were given their present shape after WW II with the foundation of the Federal Republic (May 23rd 1949).

Enjoy the summer!

Max