Oh yeah, baby, I'm back

Fanfare, please :kissy:

It may be a little belated, since I actually got home before Christmas, but I’ve been catching up on a lot of stuff and really needed some asocial time after sharing my living space with three other ladies for half a year. Though about that, I got lucky and ended up in a smaller “corridor” with only the four of us sharing one kitchen and one bathroom. The others got to share bathrooms with three or four other people too, but they were about fifteen people with one small kitchen. Ouch. And our kitchen was much bigger than theirs, to boot.

Sooo anyway, I was in Düsseldorf, Germany for six months. Feels odd now, that I’ve been home for a few weeks. Everything pretty much looks the same. Now I’m facing the dreariness of Looking for Job, but let’s not get into that. :stuck_out_tongue:

It was a language course with job training, so we spent the first few weeks in a classroom, then four days a week at a job place and three hours every Friday in the classroom again, or on school trips.

I eventually got a digital camera, but unfortunately not before the best trip which took us to a mideval castle in the middle of nowhere. That trip also included trying a few wines, and one glass had me stumbling down the street. Teach me to be so small and not eating right the whole day.

I’ve got some photos, but not so many because even with a camera, I’m not one for taking a lot of pictures. Which I will regret later on, but right now most of the place is fresh in my memory. Maybe a little too fresh :stuck_out_tongue:

Things I discovered:

Saturdays in Germany are neurotic to say the least. That’s because everything (at least in the area I was in) is closed on Sundays, so people pretty much only have Saturdays to do all the shopping they need to do for next week.

Germans are rabid about crossing the street when there’s a red light. A friend and I were out walking on a Sunday in a completely abandoned area. You couldn’t even HEAR a car. Still, when we walked against a red light, some elderly gentleman shouted “STUPID FOREIGNERS!” at us.
I even witnessed people waiting for a green light and shouting at people who walked anyway… when the road was shut down for traffic.

Pausing for lunch is for pansies. You can live on a bottle of water from breakfast to dinner, and that’s that!
I’m not sure if that’s impressive or scary.

There cannot be too many cafés on one single street.

Same with bakeries.

I hate people who talk about White Russia.

Actually, I only hate people who talk about White Russia like one of my corridor-mates did. Now, I got along fine with the two others, but the third grated on my nerves like you wouldn’t believe it. I lived in the same apartment setting (we all had individual rooms, thank God…) for six months, and I don’t think I ever heard a single intelligent word pass over her lips. It didn’t help that she had that kind of voice that can cut through glass. Let me give you a prime example.

(When I say “White Russia” I mean the country known in English as Belarus. The Swedish name for that country is White Russia, however, and that’s important in this story as it only made it worse. And now I have to hate myself, too.)

It was in the middle of it all, and I had the cold from hell. Coming home earlier than the other I got into the kitchen and was grateful for being alone. I just wanted to eat and go to bed, because I felt like crap.

Just as I’m in the middle of my dinner I hear the door slam of Glass-cutter-voice coming home. As she comes prancing into the kitchen with her usual flair of over the top giddiness (she had NO OTHER state of mind), I mentally cursed but called upon my politeness and asked her how her day had been.

Big mistake.

(Shrieking with joy as if this is breaking news) “YEAH, it was sooo funny today! See, there’s this guy at work, and I always thought he was from White Russia, but I wasn’t sure because it may have been Russia and not White Russia, see? So today, I asked him at lunch, I said, ‘say, aren’t you from Russia?’ and he said, ‘no, I’m from [strange sounding town name]’, and I wasn’t sure if that was in Russia or White Russia, so I didn’t dare to ask him because he said it like it was apparent, tee-hee! So then, when I got back to the office, I looked it up on Google, and there it said in plain writing, White Russia. So now I know that he’s from White Russia and not Russia. Though I know he’s lived in Russia for a long time, so really that might be regarded as his home country, though he was born in White Russia. Tee-hee! White Russia.”

Shoot me thrice, kthxbye.

But I do have a couple of funnier stories. There was a young lady in the group who might not have been the sharpest knife in the drawer when she got drunk, but she was nice (as opposed to the lady above), so you could forgive her. She certainly produced the best quote of the year. She was allergic to lactose.

“Guys, my stomach hurts but I haven’t been drinking milk or anything. I’ve only had some wine.” pause “Is there milk in wine?”

I shoulda had the camera ready for the looks she got.

Buuut, I did have my camera for some other stuff. I’m not showing everything I have, because many pictures include my classmates and I’m not going to put other people on the intrawebs just like that.

Don’t worry, none of these are big.

<a href=“http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b195/weiila/dussel/myroom.jpg”>Pic from my room</a>

<a href=“http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b195/weiila/dussel/workclothes.jpg”>Me in my work clothes</a>. First time in my life I ever wear a shirt like that. Hate high collars. That’s a poster I got for free from my job because it had been damaged so we couldn’t sell it. It shows one of the Gehry houses in Düsseldorf. They be famous and stuff.

<a href=“http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b195/weiila/dussel/hofgarten.jpg”>Part of Hofgarten</a>. I walked past a pond in that almost everyday. And almost everyday I saw a huge white fish sneaking around below all the ducks and swans.
I named him “Big White”.

<a href=“http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b195/weiila/dussel/nordpark.jpg”>At the outskirts of Nordpark</a>, another, smaller park. There’s a big Japanese garden behind there, but I don’t have any pictures of that.

Now, our jocular mantra was “Oh, this goddamn country!” whenever we saw something silly. Like…

<a href=“http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b195/weiila/dussel/triton.jpg”>This Poseidon(?)-gets-attacked-by-hippo fountain</a> may be a little odd in itself, but…

<a href=“http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b195/weiila/dussel/tritonside.jpg”>… it still looks okay from this angle</a>, although I’m still wondering why Poseidon would be attacked by a water-sprouting hippo in the first place. However…

… once you get around it, it looks like something out of a <a href=“http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b195/weiila/dussel/badporn.jpg”>really bad hentai movie</a>.

I have one more VERY odd statue, but Photobucket decided to start screwing around when I tried to upload those pics. You’ll get 'em later.

And now, for our day out walking in a famous wine-valley. “If you’ve been to Ahrtal, and can afterwards remember being there… you weren’t really there.”

<a href=“http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b195/weiila/dussel/arriving.jpg”>Getting off the station</a>.

<a href=“http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b195/weiila/dussel/below.jpg”>We’ll be up there somewhere</a> in a few hours.

<a href=“http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b195/weiila/dussel/ahrtal.jpg”>That’s all grapes</a>, folks.

<a href=“http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b195/weiila/dussel/grapes2.jpg”>They don’t taste as good as they look</a>. >_>

<a href=“http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b195/weiila/dussel/highup.jpg”>Don’t look down</a>!

<a href=“http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b195/weiila/dussel/romantic.jpg”>Cosy rural stuff</a>, down there.

<a href=“http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b195/weiila/dussel/schwedenkopf.jpg”>Those are the ruins of “Schwedenkopf”</a>, a stronghold once held by Swedes. They controlled the whole valley thanks to that. Blasted Swedes, the lot of them :stuck_out_tongue_winking_eye: “Sitting behind Swedish curtains” means being in jail, because the iron used to make the bars in the windows was Swedish.
Would have looked nicer without those portable toilets though.

<a href=“http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b195/weiila/dussel/street.jpg”>Getting close and personal with that lil’ town</a>. I think that’s the lil’ town on the photo up there, at least. My photos are in disarray.

<a href=“http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b195/weiila/dussel/nicebridge.jpg”>Nice ol’ bridge</a>.

<a href=“http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b195/weiila/dussel/courtyard.jpg”>Hidden courtyard</a>. I only saw this because the gate happened to be open. They close things up in this area :confused:

<a href=“http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b195/weiila/dussel/vine.jpg”>You got some vine on your wall, there</a>.

Aaand that’s all. I’ve got some more photos but, people on them and all. Let’s leave it at that.

I really think that it was a great thing to do, but I’m not going back to Germany in a while. Country-overdose XD And I’m really glad to be back :3

I bet it must have felt familiar at Schwedenkopf :wink: That bridge seems to have the same design as Charles’ Bridge in Prague; I’ll consult with an architect friend on that.

When you get tired of Looking for Job, start Looking for Group.

I thought you just took off because you couldn’t take this place anymore and had had been sufficiently scarred by BigNutter.

Good to have you back!

Actually, that Poseidon statue doesn’t really look like it’s out of a bad hentai. Now if he had been wrestling an Octopus, a Squid, a Jellyfish, a Green Ooze that eats clothing, an over-sized Sea Anemone that have those tentacles coming out of it’s top, or anything else that has tentacles really. (bonus points if it’s tentacles are purple too)

Hiya and Welcome back!

Oh…Em…Gee! Welcome back, I guess.


Weii! It’s great to have you back! Nice to once again have a Mod here that sounds even moderately human, much less as nice as you are! :biggrin:

I didn’t know you were in Germany. Nice to hear that you had both a good earning experience and a vacation, even if you had to share living space with less than perfect people. At least you now have a story to tell your grandchildren. :slight_smile:

Thanks for sharing the pictures, too.

If you’re looking for Job, I think he was inside a whale. Or was that Jonah? :stuck_out_tongue:

Yeah, I’m still a silly Old Guy. :stuck_out_tongue: And get this: I’m living with a cat now. And I hate cats. It’s my sister’s, she’s in heat (the cat, not my sister :stuck_out_tongue: ) and Ivonne doesn’t want her to get pregnant. So I keep her inside my bedroom most of the time. Hey, it’s comfy there! Besides, she’s TOO damn cozy, she never wants to get off me, and nibbles me if I ignore her. Self-centered creatures, give me a dog anytime.

Um, anyway, it’s great to hear from you again, and I hope to see you around here more often now. Maybe even hear you sing again…? :wink:

'bout damn time

Welcome back to whereever and here. Nice job with the fountain photos.

A quick question, if I may - I can’t tell from the photos exactly, but didn’t the sun ever come out in Germany?

I got bored after sharing something about a kitchen reading that post…

I admire people who can type for that long.

Aaah yes xD the 8th deadly sin :stuck_out_tongue: Welcome back!

Rig: Already read that, thanks :slight_smile: For pony!

Sin: Ha! Well, you know how it is. She won’t let you go, she won’t let ANYONE go! I still snuck around here a couple of times during those six months, but I don’t think I got around posting anything.

Kill: Reminds me of that time when one of those nicer corridor-mates and I went to try out one of the many, many sushi bars in Düsseldorf. We ended up seated in the bar, where we could watch the cooks work behind a glass container filled with the ingredients they used.
For the entire dinner I had a cut off tentacle the size of my lower arm about one foot away from my nose.

Oh, and here is that other fountain I couldn’t upload pictures of yesterday.

<a href=“http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b195/weiila/dussel/badstatue.jpg”>Just mildly… odd</a> from this angle, apart from the big boy’s really creepy smile. However…

<a href=“http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b195/weiila/dussel/sobad.jpg”>Oh for God’s sake</a>. What were you THINKING?

Ren: I accept your offering.

Wil: Don’t let the kitty drive you nuts. I remember that when we were visiting my best friend’s father, his lil’ cat was in heat for the first time. She kept cuddling with my friend’s then-boyfriend and jumped up on the window sill to look for him when he went out on the balcony to smoke XD

Cro: Oh come on. I was only gone for ten DBZ minutes!

RPT: Haha, yeah, it did. Sometimes. They all said it was a sucky summer though… while us poor Swedes laid about groaning and melting because of the heat. And then again, we had a couple of rainstorms that would have made you think it was time for a second Great Flood. I’m still proud of making it to school through one of those. Ick. It was insane.

Barr: You ain’t seen nuthin’ of my m4d typing skillz0r.
Ow. Typing that hurt.

DT: Bwah, yeah, they’re friggin’ crazy about that. Still, I saw many people ride their bikes against a red light with no screaming penalty chasing them down the street O_o you’d think that’s a whole lot more dangerous than walking.

Again, it’s great to be back. Man. Half a year pretty much without computer and NO chances of gaming save for Snake Xensia on my cellphone. I’m amazed I survived. What did I miss? (Playing FF12 like crazy now, have my eyes set on Shadow Hearts 3 and Rogue Galaxy.)

Welcome back! I’m glad you enjoyed your journey.

Seems like you missed getting a DS with you. For Pony!

Man, you think that’s messed up? I can’t find pics of it, but there’s this fountain that’s a giant baby destroying a building by pissing on it.

I mean, what the fuck?!

Good to have you back, though. :slight_smile:

Wei~ tackleglom So nice to see you again. The place was not quite the same without you. :smiley:

Endeavor to drag yourself onto an IMer some time in the not-too-distant future, 'kay?

Hey Weiila! Nice to have you back.
As for White Russia = Belarus, it’s close enough. “Biely” means “white” in Russian and “rus” refers to Rhutheria – a territory populated by Eastern Slavic peoples.
Oh, and the title “White Russian” could be applied to a drink:

  • 2 oz vodka
  • 1 oz light cream (or milk)
  • 1 oz Kahlua
    Za vashe zdorovie (to your health)! :wink:

Ehe. Welcome back, hon! Glad your trip went so nicely… although now it’s back to the normal grind.

Or as normal as it ever gets.

Sorry it’s so belated, but…welcome back Weiila. It hasn’t been the same here without you. I’m glad you had a good experience, and I hope everything works out in your life from here on out.