On top of the Arc de Triomphe
American guy 1: Oh, I hate this suicide fence.
American guy 2: Well, it's a quite good one - you can still see something.
Paris is changing me: I reconsidered my relation to tuna, we’re close friends now. It could even end up in another little addiction. And I started wearing earrings again.
Est et molupiciur?*
Today was my first day at university here, so I will write a little about it, because that’s what I’m supposed to do here: Study! … amongst others. I already had an appointment at the International Office of my faculty on Monday which was mindblowingly awesome! Everybody was extremely friendly and helped me with the stuff I had to do. That stuff actually was just filling in a...
Claude Debussy - Claire de Lune (performed by The...
Another note: Friday night, sitting in Montmarte, smoking pot with my Candian-Italian flatmate, listening to a remix of a remix of The Circle Of Life from the soundtrack of The Lion King. Love it.
Note: To watch some of the other foreign students taking pictures makes me really happy I’m none of their friends at home who have to view them all enthusiastically.
Things are complicated.
I visited some appartments on Monday - two. Wow. I knew it would be hard to find something, but I had no idea it’s so hard. The appartments are both rented by mid-40 guys, both a little strange, one talks a lot, one doesn’t. Monday night I was just about to decide if I prefer the chatty one or not, when I received an answer from a British girl. The room she wanted to rent was...
So I arrived in Paris.
Although I travelled with the Deutsche Bahn, everything worked out quite fine, of course not as supposed to, but to change trains one more time as planned and a one-hour-delay are still good work. When we stopped in Erfurt, my parents gave me a survival bag containing a VISA card and the world’s best sandwiches (Wurstbämmen). Then they painted a heart on the train’s window. Oh please,...
It’s not too late to travel the world. Es ist nicht zu spät, um die Welt...– My New Year’s fortune cookie (do you still think there is something like coincidence?)