opened new week. As expected, I woke up on time: just after sunrise, shortly after 6:00 clock. So not so bad that I have an alarm clock anymore.
Back in the office my boss I was overjoyed to have received some emails and answer them to. As ever passed some time. Moreover, the librarian had mercy on me, after he heard that I'm going to its next reading in early September no longer be there, he gave me "with interest" the short story by Arthur Schnitzler. I was pleased total - a literary suggestion! And in addition began immediately to refresh my knowledge of the internet and Arthur Schnitzler of write (yes, there it looks right? I am trying so right to be self-productive!). I also put my own little short story for my dear little brother finished, I put to him today then sent through the post.
Thus passed the time until noon then finally amazingly fast! Lunch: I had hardly Birr (equivalent to about 1 €). So I wanted to quickly Arat Kilo to change money. What's in the end be not that easy turned out: I went to the Commercial Bank of Ethiopia . There, they told me me, they change any money. I went to the bank. No, the switch no money. There remained the third bank there (also a Commercial Bank of Ethiopia ) and I almost wanted to ask: "Let me guess - you're not changing money either!. But I was lucky. After I was checked and make my camera at the entrance had to (which I got a brand), I was admitted into the sacred temple of Mammon. The first priest referred me over to his brother in faith. The was escorted me back further, to the next temple floor in the rear corner of the homage "Foreign currency". The brother then had me fill out the application. Name, address in Ethiopia and also the same phone number to do so. I felt like it wrote down the numbers that the Holy Spirit whispered to me, but I was not sure whether he meant prophecies gut aufnehmen würde, würde er sie nachprüfen. Der Bruder gab mir eine spezielle Tempelmünze mit einer Nummer und wies mich an, vor dem Schalter des Hohenpriesters Platz zu nehmen, bis mich dieser aufrufen würde, damit ich den mir gebührenden Geldsegen bekomme. Nachdem ich meditierend eine halbe Stunde den gemächlich zelebrierenden Hohepriestern zugesehen hatte, wurde ich an das Allerheiligste gerufen. Dann ging alles ganz schnell und ehe ich mich versah hielt ich meine Birr in Händen und konnte preisend mit meiner Marke meinen Fotoapparat zurückerobern und den Tempel verlassen. Dann eilte ich noch schnell zur Post und gab Briefe an meine beiden Brüder und Omi auf, sowie eine Postkarte an meine Freundin Maria in Salzburg.Meine Mittagspause war um.
Fast ein wenig zu spät kehrte ich in meinen Palast zurück, wo ich plötzlich meine Chefin im Büro vorfand. Ein wenig verwirrt schlug ich großzügig vor, daweil draußen zu warten. Sie war einverstanden und so ging ich, meine Mittagspause verlängernd, in die Cafeteria und bestellte mir einen doppelten Macchiato und einen Donut. Da saßen 2 Mädels, Euroäerinnen oder Amerikanerinnen. Ich hörte sie Deutsch sprechen, ging zu ihnen hinüber, sie luden mich ein, mich zu ihnen zu setzen. Die beiden sind aus Bayern (JAAAA, Vroni!!! J ich komm halt nicht los von unserem Eckerl!!!) Und ich war natürlich hin und weg. Medizinstudentinnen in Innsbruck, ebenfalls für ein Praktikum (Mutter Theresa organization) here a month, until the night arrived. They laughed and said pretty much, I look so happy to have me back to German. I think I've become quite red and said it was so great as well, simply nice to be able once again to talk "normal". And with the Bavarians I better at least do not hide my accent and speak High German, so I'll understand. We agreed to meet again tomorrow to eat lunch together and I promised to check times, whether in Addis at the time any events are worth visiting.
in the back office, I continued to write emails. Before I knew it was already 16:00 clock, but since I was a verlängerte Mittagspause hatte und außerdem noch nicht nach Hause wollte, blieb ich noch eine Stunde.
A new week just begun. What a luck that it really works: I woke up (without my alarm of course as my mobile is broken). Went to work and occupied the office of my boss, who’s not here these days.
Jonas from the library was merciful and gave me a short story of Athur Schnitzler to read. I was really happy and made some researches on the internet to refresh my knowledge about this author. Sent some mails and finished the little story I wrote for my brother, which I am going to send him today. Noon came so soon!
I grabbed my things and went to Arat Kilo to get some money changed, as my Birr were just around 1 € anymore. I entered the Commercial Bank of Ethiopia . No, they don’t change money. Strange, strange. Ok. Next one. No, no changing. Haaa??? What’s that??? I am not trying to convince them to accept Lira! I just want to get some Euro changed! I already thought all my hope was lost as I went to the other Commercial Bank of Ethiopia . But I had luck. After they checked me and I left my camera at the entrance, I was allowed to enter the temple. The first priest sent me to a second one who guarded me one floor up, where in a corner the priest for “foreign currency” was waiting for pilgrims. I did him the honour to fill out the papers, which asked for my name, address and phone number. For one moment I thought about putting the numbers and letters to paper, the holy spirit whispered… but I was not sure, if he’d like my prophecies if he’d proof it. He gave me a token and sent me to the Guru, the guardian over the sacrificed I should face soon. I waited meditating for about half an hour before I was allowed to step in front of him. Then it all happened so fast, I received my Birr and left the temple (after getting my camera back) happily praising the livestock in my hands.
Went to the post, sent some letters to my brothers, granny and a postcard to a friend in Salzburg before returning to the institute. I was a little late and amazed as I found my boss in her office. I suggested to “wait outside” and went to the cafeteria where I ordered a double macchiato again plus a chocolate-donut (yummy!). There had been two girls, I heard them talking in German and went over to them, started talking to them. Oh, how nice: 2 Bavarians, studying medicine in Innsbruck, also here for an internship for one month, just arrived this night. They laughed and told me that I look quite happy to meet Germans again. I went red and told them that it’s pretty great here, but it’s also pleasant just to talk German as I am used to it again, without hiding my dialect and speaking “Hochdeutsch” for the people to understand it. For Bavarians this is not necessary – we’re all from the same corner. We arranged to go for dinner tomorrow and went back to work. Where I continued my mail-communication.
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