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Where should I start, the best times I do it chronologically, the last entry in principle two weeks old and lots has changed since then. First time I had my birthday and thank you in advance for times like the many good wishes that were sent to me. On my birthday itself, I was unfortunately ill, so there was not much, only in the evening I could not rouse me then to go to nem friend, there to chill out a bit and quite common in Iran drink vodka - to take non-alcoholic beer to me. The next day there was unexpectedly a party at my apartment, not in my honor, it was fun nonetheless.

you'll get the boys from the neighborhood, but the district is not out of it

appeared a few days later, then first to suggest a downward trend since Arash's mother came over for a few days. Somehow it seemed to me from the beginning not sympathetic, even though I had not actually committed a crime crimes. The simmering conflict then culminated one evening when they took away the phone to me without explanation, with which I was on the phone to Germany, and was not even used it. The next day, then came the bad news by text message, Arash said, the landlord - he used the way the word "landlord" if this really is the normal English word for the landlord, I think that's been alittle bit funny - would have found out that I I live with him and would very much and so against the fact that I have to take off as fast. But no problem for chief Ulf Checker, two phone calls and now he had something new. Now I'm living So Britt and Einar, two Germans, I left the course know, in a two-room apartment. As could be much to write about it now, in short, it is this: I feel myself very well, much better than before, not that I would have had a problem with Arash, but somehow he was not on my wavelength. The apartment is a former hairdresser - salute to Thomas J - is perfect, ten minutes walk to the institute, most others need as half an hour and a half. I participate with me Einar one half of a very large room, the other half is separated by NEN pseudo curtain and serves as a living room. The apartment is cold, sparsely furnished and in fact would have to find almost everything has to be redone, washing machine There's not. Tomorrow we meet with the owner and negotiate the rent again, but I'll probably pay less than 200 €, which is unique in this situation. And before I forget, I've got a new phone number, which is: 00982122722228, because you can call me at it, preferably not later than 21.30 German time clock.

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So I have now plays soccer in a hall with almost all Iranians. That was very good and I thought my lungs explode, only certain stereotypes about Southerners in soccer, both in behavior and are also in play, but just not too far removed from reality, as I learned again.

At this party it was time to host was a very witty, quite exaggerated effeminate Iranians, or were somehow almost only people from our institute, there was quite funny, especially the return trip with five drunken men in the taxi, including Einar , the phase, more than half the taxi driver was sitting on his lap.

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So now then once the good stories that somehow have to cope with what taxi na yes. One afternoon I climbed in a shared taxi, I was the first customer and I sat in the back. The driver began to wonder what I'm doing, where I come standard. Some time later I asked how I stand on the subject of sex, if I ever heard in Iran would have had at the start. I thought so, yes, sex, good thing, but so far not in Iran. Who then rose and ebbed with a different conversation. And then rapidly gaining momentum after his disembarking is: Did I ever done anything with men, how am I to remain as is. I said ne, not yet. Why should I not even be so shy, he was finally gay, he dashed forward then. Then first time ne was nothing, but then finally to the question of whether the two of us we do not maybe should have fun so ne round, so it's no problem, because he knew so'n pick. I so ne, I have today been what, thank you. From then stopped because my Farsi, so he tried to make me his other quotes by extensive gestural underpainting tasty: whether he should not blow me but one? Or at least a jerk? I realize that the readers many of this blog would be likely to explode instantly when I consented and therefore present now would have more, but before I could consider a long time - best case, I will through my slippery history rich and famous, worst case, I Gangbang in the country with four Taxi drivers - but we were already at the destination, so at my desired goal, I got out and first had to laugh out loud. I'm way by nem other people who experience an Englishman, that he did this happen three times already, only that there was unfortunately not as funny because he was then groped real and sometimes even the central locking system at the start was.

Ok, next thing: You had gone to a film festival that had then been found to be boring. On the way back was the worst traffic and taxes were almost nonexistent, and certainly not empty. Finally took pity on a driver to take us, that Michel and I were together in the front passenger seat, with me this time came up to the role of the lap sitter. Now the trip was fun, you could hear saulaut Iranian rap, what you do not do as often. At one point I looked my colleagues then sometimes more precisely Schockschwerenot! Previously, he had his cap deep in the face and I had thought I had not understood his Genuschel because of loud music, but the brutal truth was that the guy was just dead wide! I'd even tap on hashish, which perhaps harder, at least he had no flag. You do have to say that drunk even really drunk driving in Iran, or at least in Tehran on good form, but this man is really part eingepennt driving or fallen into a trance or whatever. I trust even now really any normal pipe, when I'm in the car, but this time I was really thankful for my lap course, because I'm the guy twice gripped the steering wheel and that was sorely needed. He is then startled and always has my heroism acknowledged with a growl or just has grumbled that all other drivers are completely crazy. Well, we arrived safely and Michel has yet given him his number so he says notice times when it is ne rap party.

a nice greeting in the rest of the world sends Ulf, who will probably depend on his studies at the nail to sell drugs sex'n wicked stories to tabloids.

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desert trip

There are just so many things yet to report, but for that to here in terms of length legible, I will once again NEN little trip, we have undertaken to concentrate. Since several people have but demand is, it's still pre-ne small summary of the situation: I'm doing better than the last time I wrote an entry. Since it was me but not too bad, that's probably come across wrong. I am now finally completely healthy, the headaches are gone, the body gets used to appear even at this gas masses. I'm new in nem course, is much better than before. With luck, there's this week times a party, alcohol order is easy, Weed unfortunately been rather slow. In two months I have again the pleasure to move to have me and especially what to look for new, for Arash is moving, angry, but it pushes you so far actually still pretty comfortable in front of him.
Well, then time for non-essentials but hopefully a little more entertaining. On Thursday, three days ago we started relatively quickly to a desert trip. When I boarded the bus at 8:00 in the morning I knew the only thing that we go into the desert and the fun that costs the equivalent of 30 euros. Where, how long, etc. with whom would then clarify its way. Well, first cleared it once, that my worst fear arrived, we found ourselves, apparently in a party bus in to the reader of my last year's mail has made it perhaps click: loud, bad music was turned up, be candid, headscarf loosely creatures approached me, threatening his hands over his head in 4/4-time beat up. But well, fortunately, had the nightmare to an end after ten minutes because it was only as a half dance aficionados among the 12 passengers. The rest of the trip was spent then while sitting, but under the beautiful sounds of Iranian and Arabic pop music and Yeah by Usher - of course with low-cut Rappart itself.
We stopped here or there, it's a whole rather often exaggerated, because our nice, young, good German-speaking guide had to buy again but now and then what. When we finally reached the desert, first made her broad disillusionment, because that was one of those persons corrosive desert boulders, many of which the Middle East to truly abundant. After an hour's drive over moguls - nothing with SUVs or so - but then it was compensated, the first reasonable sand dunes offered to our view, and were immediately mounted. So I'm really not very level but trained, but there are hardly what more strenuous than running as high a Dühne. Nevertheless, began to spread enthusiasm, walk down to the dunes fall, or roll, was already great. There's photos in a few days, I swear on the Koran.
When we arrived finally at our destination prevailed among the German participants in the first place, stunned, we had it, naive as we hold still are, thought that the goal of this tour, one night in the desert outside of spending from the bustle of the city. Instead we were landed, but in such excursions its kind site that has already had many tents forever, mind you to stone. In the course of the evening came more and more people had to be mounted to the crowd grow to 100 people. The Iranians were enthusiastic and dedicated to us in her plan here now, but sometimes really nice to go through the whole night. In my case arose spontaneously as two issues that I do not openly expressed: How and why to God's will? I really wanted to stop rather see what the next day from the desert and I do not beat the night into day, without ne right employment.
Sun about 18.00 clock, the sun had already set fairly spectacular, also became clear why they were actually there: It was asked in a tent in which it brandy (you spell that right?) Should be. On closer inspection, it turned out that the good "cognac" - selbstgmacht he was also - essentially a slightly suspicious brown liquid in a 5-liter plastic canister was. So you can treat yourself first n juicy glass full ... and it tasted surprisingly good, if it had nothing to do with cognac. So then were at breakneck speed, the glasses emptied and filled as long as the latter was required. After number three within three-quarters of ner hour I then got out even better, we wanted the daily goal "by making" not put at risk. Well, let's say, others saw something else. One of the Iranians, Omid was his name, was both on the front line as the cognac As for all the people and invite them to himself and his wife to dinner, being consumed Cognakmenge invitation and intensity closely korellierten. After an hour ago wars then somehow come to an end with the alcohol and all sat down at the campfire, after the stink my jacket and my backpack, moreover, now.
After some time we heard from the nearby artificial stream pretty hearty Kotzgeräusche who knew in the categories of volume and frequency to impress. Once again a little later crystallized out more then ever, that this is probably acting at the good Omid. It was considered in the impact a good idea, it just park once a foreigner tent, where he covered up then and comfortable with all existing sleeping bags and blankets. The Iranian line of argument then ran like this: "Haja, who has always nothing more in the stomach, fits that." But not with Omid. Real soon broke nasty noise that I had so far never heard from our tent, the reaction was not about him create it quickly, no, he was given an orange to eat. He threw up course from, so here are making some of the German group confirmed out suspicions expressed. At one point he was then at least times draped in that the head peeped out of the tent. We toured the arena and, well, everything was not so bad, two weeks earlier I had removed about ten times the amount of my own vomit, so I took this time to also hearty cloth. What a mention should take is that one of my life assumptions clearly confirmed in this situation: First chill, then look again. Simon had prepared right after arrival with love his bed, I had just thrown my stuff into the tent or beside it, and now guess whose sleeping bag had gotten nothing!
We were then finally shipped to another tent, because the group before undergoing took no place. We will then but went to bed pretty early, because not much actually happened, except that Omid really showed perseverance and stable ne esophagus, the most interesting were it but the sounds that could be admired from the tent out. It remains to say that the good man probably would have had to suffer less, if all the Iranians would not have been the unanimous opinion that it was a great idea, to inspire him one after another various kinds of fruit, water, coffee and chocolate, which he auskotzte all that. Somehow, simply failed to realize that we, as anti-social-decadent Europeans perhaps alittle bit more experience with crash-wide people. Finally there came a Persian physician, was trusted and put an end to the bustle.
slept Finally, we more or less peacefully in our tent, as the number of the ceiling was dropped because of personal failings and Omid-exposure to two to five people. In addition, we were surrounded by the lovely noise of loud people, one up in the early morning durchkotzenden Omid and somewhat psychopathic ducks, the permanent pond in said their existence. Who settled but also ducks in the desert? The next day we went
then another to the dunes and then go home. Overall, ne exhausting, but good thing.