Da gestern sowieso alle zu spät gekommen sind (wenn die Katze aus dem Haus ist, tanzen die Mäuse), ließen wir uns diesmal auch Zeit, ins Institut zu kommen. zu tun war sowieso nix. Also erstmals E-Mails schreiben und fürs „Fin de Siecle“ lernen. Mit Hilfe des Wikipedias I researched the relevant names of the Habsburg monarchy, which told me nothing, but for the understanding of the lecture notes were inevitable.
Lunch was a bit of a play (due to power failure). No lasagna. So ordered spaghetti. Gabs but only a portion of the (???) I got in the end and had to eat salad Tilman. Resolution: dinner "clever" in the Romina. Just as I ate my first bite spaghetti, the waitress came back and asked if I wanted to have lasagna for now (there was again current) - bad luck.
Well back to work: Internet & Learn & Chat. The conclusion I did by telling myself - to fit my Bakkarbeit - a book loaned to modern protection of minorities (which I'll probably also order in Austria and joined it to the men round Tilman, Surafel and Hussein in the cafeteria (as before we have met very few women) A began. "Interrogator-talks" about Ethiopia - Germany - Austria politics, culture, religion, communism, ... which made some fascinating discoveries
For dinner, fish Romina, who was again awarded the subsequent journey home hid another adventure.!! We sat in the front of the minibus. The windows were so steamed up that I had no idea how the driver in the darkness was sehen wollte, ging auch trotz Scheibenwischer auf der Außenseite und händisches Wischen auf der Innenseite nicht weg. „Sieht der denn überhaupt irgendwas?“, fragte ich Tilman, aber der reagierte nicht wirklich, weil er so fasziniert war von dem Bild, das sich uns am Armaturenbrett und der vorderen Abdeckung bot. Diese war nämlich – abgesehen von den obligaten Samtdeckchen mit den Bommeln dran, weiters verziert mit einer Mickeymouse-Figur, glitzerndem Pilzpantoffel und anderen Glitzerteilchen und oberhalb an der Windschutzscheibe hingen überdies glitzernde Wackelspiralen und kleine „Christbaumkugeln“ zur Verzierung. Die Türen waren außerdem mit Leopardenfellimitat ausgekleidet. Ich versteckte mein Gesicht so weit es ging in der Jacke, ich konnte mich einfach nicht mehr beherrschen und auch neben mir hörte ich Tilman immer wieder unterdrückt vor sich hinlachen.
Anmerkung:
Aufgrund des Ausfluges, den wir die nächsten Tage in den Süden unternehmen wollen, wird es voraussichtlich bis zum Montag keine weiteren Einträge, Mails oder sonstige „Lebenszeichen“ meinerseits geben ;-)
On special demand:
I have to admit that I m talking 8 h per day to a greek god residing in the center of the world with everywhere else outskirt of Athens.
bzw. the "new suggestion":
I have to admit that I m talking 8 h per day to a greek god living in the centre of the world (thats Athens)
The tawdrily dressed minibus
As nobody arrived at the institute on time yesterday (when the cat leaves the house, the mice are dancing), we also did not hurry to get there. Anyway, there was nothing to work on.
So my occupation concentrated on sending e-mails and studying for the “Fin de Siecle” austrian-hungarian-monarchy exam, where I needed the help of the Wikipedia-Encyclopaedia to understand who all the k.u.k. guys mentioned in the scriptum are. Otherwise no chance to understand the text.
To get the lunch was a mess (caused by power failure). No lasagna. Ok, spaghetti then. Just 1 portion available (???). I had the luck to get it in the end cause the sauce contained meat (and Tilman is vegetarian). So he had to settle for a salad and we came to the decision to take a copious lunch at the restaurant at Arat Kilo. As soon as I took the first mouthful of spaghetti, the waitress appeared again, asking me if I d like my lasagne now. Electricity was back.
Well, back to work: surfing the net & studying & chatting. I completed my day in the institute with grabbing a book about protection of minorities from the library – appropriate to my bachelor-thesis and joined the male circle of Tilman, Souraphiel and Hussein in the cafeteria (still we rarely got known to any Ethiopian girls). An interrogation-communication started off, including Ethiopia – Germany – Austria. Policy, culture, religion, communism,... which brought some fascinating results!Delicious fish, rice and french fries for dinner at Arat Kilo. The subsequent tour home held another adventure: we took our seats in the front of the car. The front screen was so steamy, that I had no idea how the driver could see in this darkness. Neither the windscreen wipers on the outside, nor the manual mopping on the inner made an bettering. “Can he see anything at all?”, I asked Tilman, but he did not react, was too fascinated by the view of the dashboard and its coverings. This included – apart from the obligatory velvet-covers with pompons (mainly red like in all minibuses) – twinkling mini-slippers and other sparkling junk, a mickey-mouse figure in the corner and a jiggling sparkling helix as well as some kind of small “Christmas-ball ornament” fixed on the front window for decoration. Moreover the doors were lined with leopard-fur-imitation. As far as possible I tried to hide my face under the anorak, just could not master my outburst of laughter and realized that Tilman was fighting with himself for the same reason.
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