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aunt Pampa

"Aunt Pampa, like you see beautiful," exclaims Cathy and hastens joyfully to Wohnungstuer to receive her aunt.
"And you have not cleaned up anyway," says Aunt Pampa saeurlich and closes the door firmly behind him.
"Yes, I did," Catherine tried to reply, but Aunt Pampa is already swaggers with Elan past her and into the kitchen.
"How does it look from here?" Came her voice, and Catherine sighs. "And what is that smell? Smells like month-old waste. "
" Hello Pampa, this is my apple compote, try again. "June it expresses unimpressed a spoon in his hand and touched concentrated in a pot on the stove.
" Yuck. "Aunt Pampa lays the spoon with pointed fingers back and decides to June ignore from here on.
"Aunt Pampa, can I make you some coffee?" offers Catherine, the newly enters the kitchen and almost head over heels over Aunt Pampas case falls.
"You always were so clumsy," says Aunt Pampa.
"I'll do your bags once in the guestroom .."
"Absolutely not, the little kleptomaniac can not keep their finger on him."
"Aunt, June is not a kleptomaniac, "Catherine tried as calmly as possible to insure.
" I said Cedric, "said Aunt Pampa dry. June giggles.
Pampa, you old Schrullenpulle, your mouth is still as evil as it was then said," she looks cheerful and, as Catherine her a horrified look at the word "Schrullenpulle" throws.
"With you I speak not at all", determined aunt Pampa.
"The evening is always better," says June and served aunt Pampa a hearty serving of apple sauce. "Hau pure."
"I will hew to no case in nothing."
"Aunt Pampa, I can make you some coffee?" repeated Catherine hopeful.
"I would be surprised if you could, but you can try. "
Pampa, it is always such a warm, peaceful time when you come to visit," June, grinning broadly and chews on her compote.
"I just can not . claim This apartment looks cold as a homeless shelter in winter. "

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" Cathy. "
" Yes, June. "
" My toes. "
" Then do the blanket over it. "
" Does not work. "
Catherine sighs and forced reluctantly to wake up a little.
"Why not?"
"You have the ceiling."
Catherine opens one eye and sleepy viewed June, which is slightly trembling beside her.
"Normal people do not roll into a cocoon of Ceiling, if they sleep, "shares June her surly with.
" Normal people do not wake up every two hours for me to annoy with philosophical questions. "
" Normal people do not expect their roommates, they in their freshly painted Rooms sleep and die possibly over night because they have inhaled too many toxins. "June pulls the blanket out from under Catherine." One night with you in bed, not just the one day is encouraging bed of roses. "
" Then sleep stop in Cedric's bed. "
"Ne, the pupst in his sleep." "Man Ah."
Catherine the ceiling pulls over the head. June wait a little and look at the light stripes running and then across the ceiling whenever vorbeifaehrt a car at the house.
"Normal people do now and then sometimes the heating in their room," says June, after a while. "Did you know that, Cathy?" Cathy is silent for a minute.
"If I fart, you go then?" She asks June.
"no."

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a sleeper.

"He. Cathrin You? You awake?"
"no."
June sneaks socks on-toes by Cathrin room and threw himself with vigor to her bed, so Cathy flies several times in the air and squeals like a lost guinea pigs.
"Are you awake now?"
"June" Catherine cut itself off by pressing a pillow under her head and throws the blanket over him. "Go away."
"What?"
"Go away."
"I can not hear you, you have a blanket on the head," Catherine tells June with professionally.
"Your mother has a blanket on the head," murmured Catherine, breathing slowly, as it gently drifts back into her dream world.
"That makes no sense." June nudges Cathy a few times in the side. "Are you a sleepwalker?
"No, I'm a sleeper," Catherine growls in her pillow. "Let me sleep."
"Do you know how many hours we consume in a lifetime of sleep?" June runs away recklessly.
"Four hundred and twenty thousand sleep. Let me."
"You did but you thought grad."
"So what? But no one expects to eh. "Catherine comes out from under her pillow, her face very red and sweaty." Man, it gets hot down there. "
" Finally ", is pleased June." I've sweated out of your stock! Now you can make me dinner. "
" June, it is two clock in the morning. "
" dinner, breakfast, but everything is the same. "

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" Even at home? So early? "
" What a warm welcome "June grumbles and tosses her backpack on the sofa.
" Normally, you leave at 9 clock in the evening the house. "
" And now I'm just here. "Cathrin June to look over his shoulder." What is that? "
" It's called a book, "says Cathy and turns over. "You also might want a look."
"How disgusting. Something I do not." June is stretched on two pillows on the floor and reaches for the remote control.
"The'll let you be the same," says Cathy. "The TV is broken."
"What?"
"Cedric has done something with the cables and now even works any more."
"You're not kidding? What should I do?" June throws the remote into a corner of the room, staring reproachfully at Catherine.
"me to not see as" Cathy says unimpressed. "It does you well determined to do something different than on a screen to stare at."
"What should I do it well?" June stands up and draw circles through the living room, like a caged tiger.
"Hello, my roommate!" welcomes Cedric the two cheerful. Before he created all the way up to the couch, it has a cushion meets the head. "Ouch. What's that?"
"You have destroyed my ass best friend!"
"June, calm down."
"No, Catherine. There are no excuses. I want to see blood."
"blood?" From me? " Cedric stretched himself comfortably on the sofa.
"You have made the TV broken!"
"Oh, I fixed it. Only he is not now."
"I will kill him."
"Instead of murder and manslaughter to think, you could try to talk new items. "Cathrin last June, a thick book. June is considered thoughtful for a second, then she flips around a bit in it.
" Useless, "she says finally.
" Just like the television, "adds Cedric added cheerfully." Ouch! " The book he is right on the head. "Books are not so bad" is
June grinsed firmly. "Do you have one, Cathy?"

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The Beethoven Panda theory

for a few seconds Elise had the feeling that you, given all the circumstances drawn, actually not that was boring. Then the light goes green, the car drove off and the music died away slowly under the road noise. Elise stretched himself out the window and listened the last few notes, then it was over. The music was gone. Elise and suddenly realized what to do now essential. Awkward, they climbed onto the window ledge, dangling his legs and shoved his hands in front to the edge. She took one last look at the burning midday sun, before their eyes were dancing blue dots, they pushed forward one last time and fell out the window.

heard As she fell through the air down to the music again, they got louder and eventually was embraced by the music and Elise by blue dots. Then came the crash.

Elise The little panda was killed instantly by her as well. His owner yelled a considerable While, but stopped when she finally got a heart attack and died on the spot.

found after ten years, scientists the proceedings of this incident in a garbage can, eating on the lookout for something. The scientist has never been very successful, but he had occupied most of his life with the relationship between Beethoven and panda bears. As he perused the document, he realized that he knew absolutely nothing.

After several years and some more or less mindless theories he found out that pandas can be paralyzed by two things: heroin and Beethoven (obviously not by Beethoven himself, but by his music). This in turn forces them to send out waves of nervous to be saved. These waves are nervous by the human body but received but rarely interpreted correctly. As a result, the person develops the waves take a liking for peanut butter. Or, at worst, suicidal thoughts - to the execution of these.

His theory was in some places still somewhat incomplete. Why is the owner of the little panda bears died? Had it anything to do with the waves? With the music? By Elise? With the scorching midday heat? Now, after three years of detailed study of the researchers was ultimately mounted so annoying that he had decided, the owner simply a hysterical cow and prone to heart problems.

He won the Nobel Prize, donated to the local save-the-panda-organization, and died at the age of 92 years at the fatal familial insomnia. The files and documents of the incident, he took to his grave, and so we still do not know that Panda Bear, Beethoven, peanut butter and suicide incidents have actually nothing to do purely with each other.

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From a traffic light to the next one is suddenly surrounded by strange characters, Asian fast food and glitzy night clubs, situated in front rows in unsorted where dark figures are, the smaller end smoldering cigarette between his thumb and index finger, and small, living statues surrounded by lights and halbverdrängter darkness. In Koreatown, it is
no whites and the few whites who live in defiance of this fact still there, living like Koreans.

are middle of the wild flashing and fluorescent night life of Koreatown is a white sex shop, not by the trickling stream of Korean pedestrians observed, unnoticed and not respected, but tolerated. be tolerated Just as the whites, it does not actually exist.
They exist simply to himself, the Sex shop her refuge.

And in another night without end, solves a Korean from the unsteady flow of pedestrians from the sex shop and walks up the few steps. Accompanied by the disgusted looks of the Korean side passers-by, he puts one foot in the smoky cave, while waiting on the other side of the jingling beads curtain, the hostile gaze of the whites.

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Seventeen days with closed eyes, then she tripped over the cat

'Ellen, shut times but still! "
"Well, has the beginning! When Walden but also always be peeking through the curtains!"
"All the time you have to spy on the neighbors! Stop only at these curtains rumzurascheln! How can people like us than to read this entire Rumgewurschtel the paper?" I think you würd'st so smooth drop dead if you ever could see no one. "
"So this is not true!"
"Really? Woll'n we try it?"
"Only to be!"
. Aaaaab ... Well - now! "

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Seventeen months silence - then the adultery

'Ellen, shut times but still! "
"Oh what?"
"Say, you have always babble. Always move your mouth Here comes the likes of us do not even breathe, I think you würd'st fall dead flat, if you ever could not give any of you."
"So this is not true!"
"Really? Woll'n we try it?"
"Only to be!"
. Aaaaab ... Well - now! "

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Nadelör

"That thou art here" June holds the slim, silver needle up. "And here," she points to the Nadelor, "Cedric."
"Why must I always be the Nadelor?" Complains Cedric.
"Because you did last time, have not the banana, she would thus have the fit so well," says June and did not deign to look.
"I am not a banana," sniffs Cedric. "And no OER."
"Shut up, Cedric."
"I see still has not, what to do with our dishwasher," says Cathy angry and screwed around with the innards of said patient. Something clatters loudly and rolled excited somewhere deep in the back of the dishwasher on and off. "Oh, shit." Catherine suggests some Times with his fist on the machine. "You. Shit. Part. I. Bring. You. To", she screams with every blow.
"Cathy, you ruin everything!" Crabs Cedric.
"WHICH WAS ALREADY BROKEN!"
"Yes, but now it's broken."
"Is that even a word!"
"I do not have to wash your hands. The will of it so rough."
"Think about it, Cathy," says June, over the noise. "The needle would have been totally satisfied with their lives, but then one day someone came up with the idea to carve a hole in it. Since then, she is fierce and angry because she hates her Ör so much."
"That's right, I hate my Ör" Cathy hissed in Cedric's direction, the jumps back startled. "
" That's mean! "he croaks." I am not a hole! "
" Right. The hole you were at least no one in the way ", says June." Ör But when you go to all of us belonging to the nerves "

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Eggplant Pie

first

There are five stages in the process of dealing with grief and tragedy. Denial , anger, bargaining, depression, and acceptance.
It is a Saturday morning when things start getting out of hand.
kitchen "Sweetie," my mother's voice chirps in the. "Would you like waffles or pancakes for breakfast?"
From up here in my room I can not see either my mother or my father, but I know exactly where they are and what they are doing. My mother in front of the kitchen counter, cutting and squishing eggplants for breakfast, my father in the living room in his chair, hiding behind a newspaper and stubbornly ignoring everything that is happening behind the black and white printed articles. Since my seventh birthday he has been astonishingly indifferent to all events outside of his paper and his old drum set, which has been hiding from my mother in the tool shed ever since my parents got married.
This Saturday morning though, my mother’s eggplant pancakes did not make it all the way to the dining table. A scream and the sound of plate and pancakes hitting the floor shake the house for a split second. Then a door slams loudly and my older sister comes stomping down the stairs.
“MOM! How can you expect me to concentrate with all this noise going on?!” My sister is an aspiring poet and a classified lunatic who loves to complain about how miserable her life is. When I was five years old I made it a point to collect insects of all sorts and hide them in her bed, simply to see her reaction.
“Pumpkin” says my mother upon my sister’s arrival in the kitchen, “not right now.” She begins picking up the ruined breakfast off of the floor, then points a shaky finger at my father. “Sweetie, what is this?”
My father’s head pops up from behind his paper just long enough for him to glance at his drum set, standing fully assembled in the middle of the living room. “It looks like a drum set” he assesses and disappears behind the headlines.
“Your drum set.” My mother moves past my sister to the trash can.
“I didn’t do it, that’s all I know” says my sister and sits down. “Mom, what rhymes with ‘syringe’?”
“Of course you didn’t do it, pumpkin” soothes my mother, ignoring her question completely.
“Are you cutting up more eggplants?” my sister demands to know.
“Pumpkin, don’t you see that our breakfast just went down the trash chute?”
“Mom, I’m going to overdose on eggplant!” My sister pulls out a pen. “That’s actually really good. What rhymes with eggplant?”
My mother grows her own eggplants, and very successfully at that. Unfortunately, you can only eat so many eggplant recipes until you get sick of them. My mother starts slicing and dicing again.
“Sweetie, why is your drum set in the spot where my couch used to be?”
“I wouldn’t know” my father responds. My mother shakes her head.
“It is a mystery. My couch was replaced by a drum set. It is a mystery.”

2.

On Sunday morning things are getting worse. Over night all the furniture in the house, except for father’s drum set, was conspicuously moved onto our front lawn. The bedrooms were the only rooms that had remained untouched, so no one really notices until it is 8 o’ clock and my father walks down the stairs. The sight of the creepily empty living room barely changes his facial expression. Without a comment he walks outside, finds his chair next to the rose bushes, and carries it inside.
Compared to the day before, my mother is starting to have some trouble keeping her composure.
“MOM! Someone robbed our house!”
“Pumpkin, be quiet please. I need to focus.”
“Oh, now it’s all about being quiet. But when I try to flow my artistic vision into a poem, no one cares!”
“Sweetie, we need to do something” my mother tells my father. “Someone is terrorizing us.”
“Mom, the TV is outside too!”
“Don’t watch TV in the morning, pumpkin, it’s bad for you.”
“Mom, do you think someone is trying to tell us that they are going to kill us?”
“If so, this would be a strange way to do it, pumpkin. Very strange.”

3.

That afternoon the family gathers on the front yard for lunch.
“How do you like my new cheese platter?” my mother asks cheerily.
“Is that a cymbal?”
“It sure is, pumpkin.”
“For Christ’s Sakes, you’re using my drum set as dishes?” It is the longest sentence any one of us has heard from my father in a long time.
“Not only dishes, look!” My mother skips across the lawn. “Your drums also make great side tables, and I can use the drumsticks for my growing eggplants.”
Now, some people might think that my mother is a little bit on the crazy side, but she just happens to be very passive-aggressive. I know for a fact that my sister has written numerous poems about it – I sneak a look at them every now and then.
Without a single more word my dad grabs his newspaper and buries himself behind it.
“I am not to hold responsible for anything that is happening” claims my sister and helps herself to some eggplant lasagna.

4.

There is no way that things could get any worse on Monday morning, with a cold war going on between my parents about the drum set and the furniture. Unless, of course, someone were to take all of my sister’s poems and plaster them all over the house and the neighborhood.
“I WILL KILL SOMEONE!”
“You will do no such thing, pumpkin. Calm down. I think your rhyming visions are very nice.”
“Artistic visions! No one understands my poetry!”
“That is so interesting.” My mother’s voice sounds icy, like I’ve never heard it before. “Because when I try to create my eggplant visions, no one seems to appreciate them either.” My father diligently turns a page as my mother turns to him to continue her complaint. “Sweetie, you never compliment me on my eggplant pie.” She is now looking straight at him, and I can tell that it is getting harder for him to ignore her piercing stare.
“Well.” My father looks lost for words. “It’s eggplant.”
“I am growing it!”
“Who cares about your stupid eggplants!” My sister is running frantically all over the house, ripping poems off of walls, doors, and ceilings.
“Hello!” A loud voice comes from our front step. It is the mailman who was stopped to read my sister’s poem on the mailbox. “Who’s the one with the ‘broken soul’?” My sister squeaks and dashes outside to find the perpetrator. The mailman excitedly shakes her hand. “So it’s you? How great! I’ve been reading your poems for the last three blocks. They’ve kept me very entertained.” My sister’s face goes white, then red, and then she just looks like she wants to pass out.
“WHO DID THIS?!” she screams. “I want to know right now!” She runs back to the living room and stops herself just in time when she sees the fight going on between my parents. The first fight in this house since my 7th birthday.
“How could you put your dirty drum set in my living room?”
“I said I didn’t do it. And it’s our living room.”
“Our living room that you moved to your front yard! You could’ve easily destroyed my eggplant beds with that!”
“Your eggplants are all you ever think about, mom!”
“We don’t need your commentary young lady.”
“Dad, that’s so mean!”
“Quiet!” My mother has taken off her apron and wipes pearls of sweat off her forehead. “Quiet, both of you!” They stop arguing and look at her. “Would Timothy want to see us fighting like this?”
The room falls silent, as if someone has sucked out all the noise and left a vacuum. There. She said it. I can’t wait for the responses. For a second I think about going to hunt for a camera and capture the moment for the family album, faces all around stripped of their usual masquerade, unable to uphold it when facing the truth.
“He wouldn’t want us to ignore what’s happening either” mumbles my sister in an attempt to break the silence. If my mother had a white flag, she’d be waving it now. It is clear that she doesn’t know anymore what she should do. My father folds his newspaper in half and puts it down next to him, then he puts one trembling hand on her shoulder.
“I think we should light a candle” he says and gets up out of his chair. My mother and my sister still haven’t moved when he returns with the candle and lights it. He places it carefully in front of the framed picture of me as a 7 year old, the little boy I will always be in their heads, with a happy smile on my face and a birthday hat on my head.
Finally, after years of pleasant conversation and day-to-day business, handkerchiefs appear out of pockets and silence sinks over the house, except for the sound of my mother quietly sobbing into her apron.
There are five stages in the process of dealing with grief and tragedy.



Dedicated to my Dad on his birthday.

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Hello It's Wednesday afternoon, which means the weekend has just begun and will in a few hours with a sit-ushered in the salon. Until that time but still have some time and I do not really what degree know what to do with it, I'll bring a couple of times here now, things at the language I've always pushed ahead of me or forgotten. But there's once again anticipate it to a short trip report.


"There's so the only here!" Wannabe tourism on the Caspian Sea
Last weekend, I moved with Paddy, and also a British friend of his to the Caspian Sea. Was not all that easy because I within one week, two copies of my Passes have messy, which could worsen in fact the most difficult erschleimte good relationship with the dreaded director of the institute well. But I'll open low profile and so far there's still no complaints.
Anyway, we were in Chalus and Rasht, two major cities on the western section of the Caspian Sea. In both places, it turned out relatively quickly that the city itself hergibt not much, so we went rumgetourt in the area and that has really paid off. At times I felt almost like home: village, greenery, not much going on, all flat, cows and rain.
The places that had to be visited were actually rather moderate, because crowded and disgusting artificial, but so what have the people here hold most of bock. Once we were driven by our taxi driver and owner in one person at a forest that was described by him with the words in the title referred to. Well, I was the first time in six months in a forest and I enjoyed it very much, but it was just then but just a normal forest, one finds so in Tornesch. Most tourists who travel to the Caspian Sea are holding an Arab or Tehran, may therefore not surprising that a little profanity and some rain forest are inflated to a big deal. And the beaches - if you want to call it that - are also quite catastrophic, simply trashed because only brutal. Middle East stop.


The natives and I recently
much to me, that there really is a whole lot of things that are very different from Germany, but which I perceive as a normal part already. Much of it is here I think has not been described, I will then make up time now, while it will go mainly to everyday behaviors. So, just randomly go on it:
People throw out their garbage wherever they go. So really all into the sea, others out at the feet or from the car. Ecologically, this is not really matter here anyway because nothing is recycled, it is testimony by an incredible ignorance of the many street cleaners who may sweep up the stuff then. Which are almost all Afghan or Central Asian origin and earn a little ridiculous, but even that will be naturally assumed here because it is the prevailing chauvinism of course, very consistent.
Just as a man, you will continually touched by other men, even if you do not know them. For some people one has really ever a hand to the body, a begrabbelt somehow meant nice. This is me at the start went really really on my nerves, but I've now largely used to it. Men who walk hand in hand one also sees the Often. Man (n) says goodbye to good friends also like to kiss cheeks by, also because I got used to. In Kerman but then it came to rape-like scenes, as I passed the entire male half of a large family a kiss - usually on the mouth.
Tehran is known to be quite overcrowded. Even worse is that most people here are slow walkers and Imwegrumsteher worst are couleur. Some people simply run in a zig-zag stagger or permanent. But worst of old women in chador when three of them go side by side, the sidewalk is tight and you dare not, of course, to the bump or something. The Iranians make
Smalltalk itself in terms of German housewives to chat about the weather, in the shade. Weather, traffic and family are the issues in that order. They say how bad the traffic was but now, as if / not even to know. " And it is also three times identical sets raises his head to find strange without it. The in-
Tarof being informally consolidated, to the ridiculous increase in (pseudo-) politeness is probably many a term that could also just write a book. One of the funniest resulting phenomena is that front doors are often clusters of people, because so the other must bide and consequently all else fails.
As a foreigner, directs you straight in the province of great attention. People who go by only one to ask, where does one without the answer then to comment in any way. I wonder what they use is the knowledge of the nationality of a passerby in coping with their lives? Well, probably they can chat with the neighbors at night when the weather is phenomenal skip and report instead of her encounter with the alien. Otherwise, bite Iranians who want to chat with one, often find brutally simple. Even unsubtle gestures, but now that you like too would have his quiet, then do not help, we hope to be simple, that is a bit dull.
That was once a naturally not nearly complete and a staggering list of very ugly, I will probably continue at some point.


"I think of the workers, I'm just shocked."
I move here, as in Germany, almost exclusively in circles of people who study or have the time did. Sure, you're the same age and has just more talking points, is still of course a pity, because you get only a small part of social reality made aware. I have over the months in the newspapers and read a lot of grad a few days I've thought about the subject workers (community) and trade unions on the Internet researching.
is with numbers and statistics that here always so ne thing because every Tom, Dick and Kuntz his own out there and possibly altered in a way he wants them, nevertheless: A / D work (in) earned, on average, probably as 200 euros a month . With two such salaries could be at least in the south of Tehran life was fair enough, but it gets difficult when inflation - as last year - twice as high as the wage increase. Especially for basic food and rent, there are some extreme price increases.
unemployment is probably so between 10 and 15 percent, but there is a high hidden unemployment, as many people earn in a job is not enough to live on. Unemployment benefits, pensions, insurance, etc. there is something for most or only in a ridiculous extent. A major problem is that wages are often paid late, in extreme cases, like time and a half years too late. Good thing the people working at least in Tehran very chillig is there are in the retail formats usually two or three people for a job that has to do in Germany, a man alone. I strongly doubt that the factories even so, I was not yet in any and knows it is not the end.
There is so pseudo-unions, which are completely under government control. It is but fought anyway, last year there were probably several hundred strikes, but they were not because of existing structures is very limited and mostly "wild". The union movement has exposed considerable repression, ranging up to executions. In recent years, there were major strikes by Tehran's bus drivers and bakers, who could achieve a certain degree of international attention. Unfortunately, little improvement could be enforced, instead, some activists still imprisoned.
A glaring example is a tire factory near Tehran, the people over there on strike and demonstrate because they wanted their wages paid. Subsequently, State riot and easily deployed by a thousand people have taken and held for two days in a place unknown to the families. Previously, firefighters were ordered to sprinkle (as yet) protesting workers with hot water. This was rejected, so are still some fire fighters detained.
And in all this one must remember always that the people have elected a president who has scored points with the promise that "the revenue from oil sales on the table of the common man to bring". This same man has now a few days ago in a speech the presence of an "economic mafia" identified and criticized what even (censored) out in the local papers for discussion. So there is a group of people, the other in what sounds like a criminal exploits and take care of their life a mess? Oops, and in capitalism? Can you even believe it. And then as president of the state, which guarantees the continued existence of that very system to give something of themselves, well, that would - again - funny if it were not so sad.
All this with Islam (ism) do nothing, that's just capitalism without protection laws or organization for those who make their work that the shop will run on. Not that I now Hartz4 or DGB regarded as steps towards the emancipation of mankind would, but here one would have to stop, unfortunately even be more happy about it.

So, well, now I have it once again not managed to write something on the national psyche, which I had planned. Another time. I fly by the way now at 15.6. back to Hamburg. See you then.

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But well, I will follow once the last post, I have to do the story with the artisans roll up again, you know, have tiled our bathroom new, about five weeks. First of all, they had announced at eight, but came at ten, which gave me two painful hung-over waking hours. Then, too soon made almost three hour lunch break and then gleefully about half past four begin the workday. Then I was told that the next day Islamic holiday is yes, then Friday and so far they could go in three days. Beautiful thing, I thought and first went on vacation, but first I had to with the guys still type the following: They had tried all along to keep me some small talk, which I had no desire for my condition. When she still thought of having to broach the topic of religion, have I thought to myself, Ulf thought I, now that you have to stop quickly and firmly. To this end, I threw them on the head then so that I do not believe in God and to the whole Religionskram not so well. Was the wrong strategy. Instead I had my rest now two slightly applied and picking horny people before me who said about half an hour, I will set out its vulgar theological understanding of the world to have. Which is then finished with the fact that they refused to give me her hand in farewell - I could do without because of their anti-Semitic attacks and the dirt and blood on their hands on it also. And then they have gone to my neighbors and have squealed that I am an infidel. Sorry, but nobody has a sign "Do not buy the unbelievers" attached, then I would perhaps finally no longer ringing in the morning from sleep, because he thinks that in my home insurance, a music school or something would be accommodated. Oh, the bathroom is fit again, but they have half the door and wrecked a water tap fully.

hell and heaven

am As I said then I moved away first with Paddy and two girls and indeed after Ghazvin. That's pretty close to Tehran, is regarded as very nice and incredibly gay. Well, neither we found the city very nice, have not yet formed at each male snakes penetrierungsbereiter Ghazwin Bückvorgang our part, but it was also Friday. In Ghazvin somehow everything was going on and nothing, but at some point we finally made the crowds usually find: So ne really nice show with military tanks, planes, rockets, bombs and anything the heart desires. And Iran as a good Father is one then of course not, and puts his three-year offspring also like on top of tank so nen, is indeed good for the cause. All around was a massive picnic and then we somehow nothing better occurred to us than to buy an ice cream and we even sit down.

The next day, but everything better, we went to Alamut, which is basically a very large and very rugged valley surrounded by fairly high mountains and very beautiful. At the time, has since also the good set with his assassin Hassan Sabah, and from there, as it were invented or perfected the Terror, at least the contract killing. As we walked around for a day and we've enjoyed the scenery and good air.

If voters would not change anything ...

about four weeks before elections gabs here, while it was to establish a new parliament, good ol Ahmadinejad was not negotiable. All the fun can be summarized as follows: First, the Parliament before any direct power because the Supreme Leader Khamenei put together Guardians can collect every law and this also does when he wants to. This can be understood in the present Parliament is at least somewhat, and beautiful speeches, and if you have good connections and the whole right concerned, you're gonna get by and perhaps even a law.

-named Guardian has now a skill and that is the examination of all candidates for the parliamentary election. All classified as somehow immoral or too few Islamic fly. That was then, this time holding a majority of opposition candidates, which meant that they were at all only in 30 percent of constituencies at the start, so they could win under any circumstances. Ultimately, they may well have increased slightly and are now in there with as 50 Members (of 270) in parliament. If everything is not final yet, this week in some constituencies have runoff elections.

Under these conditions, of course, non-voting citizen's first duty, which was met well in north Tehran, from my friends choose is as good as gone and no one time when I stopped by the polling station, I simply saw no one. In systems such as the German, one can still choose to discuss about it, for example to get rid of nuclear power or to prevent the Nazis in the parliament. But here it looks a bit different stop, here you have the worst of the selectable groups of power that takes root there now and one vote does not change this at all. Moreover, Khamenei, the top boss, called upon to vote who would like to see a high turnout to them as characters to interpret a popular support. So, a clear case would need to be comprehensible, refusal is the best option for CDU voters.

Officially the way 60 percent of people have reportedly chosen seems very high, but as I said, my environment is anything but representative.

Happy New Year, 1387 everything will be different!

That was still New Year! As used here geböllert strong, but then we have ne indoor party but brought forward and have issued only a short out to ritually jumping over the fire, this just is here, so I think the Fire will take a while everything bad and give strength or so.

And Then There Were holding three weeks of vacation leave in which most people actually Tehran and spread to their families on the whole country. This led one hand, it was relatively boring in Tehran, on the other hand, the congestion and the air is not quite as bad. I have the time then also used for large-scale hanging out and to travel, am passed by two friends in Yazd and Kerman and I am stationed with their families. That was very nice to have met many cool people, I had nothing to worry and have a lot of Persian spoken.

A week ago I came back to Tehran and I'm still lasts until the semester starts again, so can still chill. But Nope, but then when I went to the institute was once said to me that all other classes begin later, but my running for a few days. And now I will hang so in a literature course, which I find difficult so far quite well, but I was only twice since and will not even prejudge.

What else happened

are now all the Germans with whom I came here, drove home. But I live temporarily with four grade English, we have three illustrated by Will's friends, whose fate in the last entry was granted asylum.

I still do my internship, I should investigate, especially on youth unemployment and a little working. I grad finds but frankly not as the hammer and I am also motivated to moderate.

and respond to time release the frequently asked question of when I come back because, from mid-June I'll be back in Germany, what happened then so exactly, I do not know yet, I am applying grad for internships, work is certainly a little bit of chill and I also move a bit by Germany. So, Ulf Brennecke, fresh kulturgeschockt, from mid-June might be in your city! We'll see you backstage.

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grief and sanctity

Good day everyone, I sit level with NEM medium cat in my apartment around and supervising artisans tiles, the new under non-negligible noise emissions our bathroom. To this end, I am also at eight clock up in the morning and the weekend! Well, so much else has done in recent weeks and I honestly do not feel that this promises to be a particularly well-structured entry.

Christmas? -Laaaangweilig

well-tried theme to start with: travel. I once spent a weekend in Mashhad, which is a very bad holy city in the north-east of the country, there is the tomb of Imam Reza. This has really just in itself, is basically just a giant mosque and please know, especially because we came in at all, is normal for non-Muslims more difficult. Well, to make it short, otherwise gabs in Mashhad absolutely nothing that spoke for longer stay - except maybe the nut milk shakes - and so we drove to one and a half days earlier than planned return.

find a reason to mourn always

Maybe hers have already read somewhere, the Shiite mourning as such, attractive and accessible. Felt there about once a month or just any holiday of mourning in honor of an Imam, the Islamic revolution, Khomeini's return and other atrocities. For larger events I have myself sometimes mixed with the crowd. Already about two months, Ashura, the central Shiite date. The good Imam Hossein has in fact at the time with a group of 80 people or so can be a several thousand strong army massacred, instead of simply giving up. What do I settle somewhere between stupid and would be motivated, here's just been celebrated as heroes, and consequently so is there for a week around Different Ashura for the whole family. There are tents and street theater where called Done once again up dramatically and is acted out with colorful costumes and evening, you go from then to the mosque, where wept for hours together, is no joke, I was personally but operated largely after half an hour.

comes And someday the great spectacle, everywhere in Iran, there is then great moves, the whole is actually more carnival flavor, one is glad to maintain a bit with neighbors and looks at the activity. Some of the men then runs with this move and suggests happily with his fist or with chains on his chest, about to show that even without enemy army in a position to suffer unnecessary pain. But to my disappointment which beat but very gently, I wanted to see blood, oh well. In the north-west of Iran, there's also so very smart guys who are still very old school to beat for a day with something on the head until they eventually ne nice bump, which is allowed to burst then effectively targeted by knife. Great fun from 8-88 I'd say yes, and finally is it for the good old Hossein.

the day I leave out the return of Khomeini, since I was on vacation, but when we came back hung still quite a few actually quite stylish posters.

was two or three weeks then the day of the Islamic revolution. This is of course ne dark matter, since then collect all the freaks Come in a large square in Tehran and speeches by political leaders. To my disappointment it was there really pretty full, probably several hundred thousand. Disappointing for two reasons, firstly it is a pity that such a nonsense to go to so many people and on the other hand I could talk of the good old Ahmadinejad While listening, but not see him. From my gathered impressions that were given me by speeches, posters and slogans, it is clear from the perspective of people since approximately the following ranking, from mega uncool saugut down to: Iran, Islamic revolution, Islam, nuclear power, Hezbollah, export matters, IAEA, Security, United States, Israel

I'm basically for Ahmadinejad not to trivialize a lot, but sometimes the best moves just already between kindergarten and megalomania, the Security Council could "adopt a hundred resolutions" that he scratched times not at all In his speech he has half a minute determined in his own solemn and ridiculous Tone about the great grain exports of Iran rants.

The flight of the spy

One of the most egregious things that have happened lately, but in any case the departure of Will. Is a long story, I just try to grab something. Will, an English friend of mine, 20 years old, the attentive reader or from the story "At night drunk swimming in Tehran" is known, had a few weeks ago impairments to the type of visa authority by him then the numbers and addresses of all its wanted to have friends. He refused, then he got a subpoena for intelligence, and one can assume that the exact same wanted from him. He can give out the names and addresses but not easy, that would be just for the Iranians too dangerous. The British Embassy has advised him then to leave the country before that date, he has now done yesterday. Since he has gone more or less voluntarily, he now get in a real chance again, what would probably being thrown at first not have been possible.

The stark fact is that he has unfolded here really any political activities. One has to know that England and English women in this country considered the embodiment of absolute evil. In the extremely manifold conspiracy theories are rife here, sits at the highest lever of control actually mostly England.

Well, as I said, it is hoped that he comes back soon, but now it's also good at first, because the last evening was to permanently forced to get drunk , what next for me led to a certain exhaustion added.

Other childishness

What else happened: we were pretty much in the rent dispute. The details are probably not as interesting, ultimately it was one of the most ridiculous actions that I have directly experienced in recent years. Britt spoken in any case modified only the bare minimum with me and a couple of days it is then adopted without notice or just moved out. Well, ultimately, loss of a portable, now I live together with Paddy, a 21-year-old Englishman. Makes a lot of fun so far and follows in many respects to the era Einar.

other day I had on the road waiting for a taxi next to me a very old man stood in the taxi was coming then only one free, I let him go first, he approached the car, stuck his head inside and came then back again to tell me: I wanted to get, yes, but sat inside a mullah, I did not feel like it.

The mother of a friend of mine, when I was recently invited to dinner is a bit of a touch of esoteric. She asked me if I believed in reincarnation, I clearly was no easy to hear and already we went wrong with the analysis of Ulf Brennecke, starting from its name, the head shape and the birth: I am calm, but in me it's bubbling, if I anlabert someone, I go away, I am very wise and extremely potent. And then the best thing in my previous life I was one of those amish people and then I fell as an American soldier in World War II in Germany.

I went skiing for the first time ever, I have indeed a lot of fun. I've Of course the same times on courses and tutorials waived let me explain briefly about the most important and precious friend went from the Peter. There were some very spectacular crashes, but I am the mountain and large but run down quite well.

on sunscreen, of course, has nobody thought again, why some people now look better than n bit funny. I've even unübertrieben the worst sunburn of my life taken, but looked after durchstandenem Pellvorgang back from actually quite civilized. Only now has my stupid sensitive skin once again made evident in my face emblazoned something that the dermatologist called tabkhal, which means Fiebermal means. It will be interesting to see how that develops.

In this sense, first time All the best in the wide world.

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policy,

So, I once again, is yes again a little past time since the entry. I'll try just the last few weeks to arrange in my head, but succeeds only moderate degree. Well, maybe comes with writing. Zunächstmal the biggest change is that I now live alone first time, for the first time in my life as I noticed the other day. Einar is back in Germany, powering on the loose, Britt traveled the country a little before the tents completely stops and looks only sporadically a look.

The salon has unexpected qualities
Party on 10.1. we celebrated here with us and Einars Michels birthday. After the New Year's Eve debacle, there were the organizers and residents of certain fears, which proved true not. The party was roaring and exhilarating at the same time, the most badass was probably the unexpected presence of women, with a count sometime before midnight we came to a ratio of 19:5, yeah! Fears of angry neighbors or bribery horny moral guardians were fortunately unfounded, everything went smoothly, except that my great box for the road has gotten a little something, as any expert you drink on the workbench has emptied. there Oh, photos of this event and other beautiful things in kaioo enshallah's then soon.

Going South
... ... it was then just over a week again. To the persistent gray Tehran mud cold to escape once more we decided to Simon, Claudia, Agnes and I to go on there, where at least Simon and I were recently stopped, ie when touring the Persian Gulf, and the coast of the Indian Ocean. Actually, I wanted somewhere else, then to Turkey, his went there, but rumors of temperatures around 20 degrees then let me desist. Well, I'm going now, not too much time with city name Who bomb before anyone say what, but we have traveled and primarily on two islands named Hormuz and Qeshm. of oil from the Gulf is delivered throughout the world - first time to Hormuz, the island is - surprise - on the Strait of Hormuz, through which a large part - Hobbygeostrategen Write a number to provide. Well, Hormuz is definitely the Burner, the people are there just on Auschillen. And probably have seen in years no more foreigners, but apart from a few kiddies them is sometimes not care. As it chills would rather sit on the beach or just come around just anywhere, surrounded by the many goats, the more harsh , Smell, but apparently also enjoy civil rights. A few people were just about to fish, but that was also addressed deliberately casual.
Well, since we were only a few hours, then we are set on our main objective in Qeshm. The Lonely Planet calls this poor man's island of Kish, the attentive reader may recall yet, on the island I was sometime in December again. Once there, the whole place was actually quite solid NEN first impression, but then gabs problems on housing, for inexplicable reasons, was just all full. Our knowledgeable, local taxi driver was able to bring light into darkness, the hotels were all because of the Iranian New Year in seven weeks sold out. This relationship opened up to us not at first, but with time was clear: the whole psycho Iranians go seven weeks in front of the New Year after Qeshm to stock up there with gifts. To later demand towards the way we learned that there really is nothing to buy special, only there are the fake Chinese stuff supposedly a little cheaper. So you could then always people who woke with eight sacks, boxes and suitcases full of gifts tip somehow associations to this unspeakable "good home" poster from the NPD.
Well, after several failures, we were carted to a widow, in whose house we lived then, they went for the three days next door to her mother. And so we got even a glimpse into such a family living in southern Iran: The woman who Fateme, is widowed at 21 and had at the time already had three children. As a widow, and then also with three daughters, she has there really no chance of re-marry. The oldest daughter is married to 17, and has one child, the next is fifteen, engaged to be married in two years, her six-year-older cousin. This is of course very, very bad, but who can at least not outwardly say that they would interfere with that. You probably know nothing else and found ourselves unmarried twentysomethings probably as strange how we do.
Well, otherwise Qeshm dusty broken, and interspersed with crumbling small town. Was interesting and was fun, but Iran is already rather advanced. For one day, we went just always hitchhiking, often toured in the back of pick-ups on the island and have a little looking around and even found a lonely place to bathe.

"Justice is the most important needs of mankind" (government poster in Tehran)
it, then once a mighty leap to policy issues, it is precisely this concerns me very much. Somehow this is all very surreal. I'm sitting here in my room, read a lot about Value criticism and queer studies, and what happens around me otherwise. This year, dozens of people have been executed, some of them in a notorious prison, maybe five miles away from me. If I would not do on the Internet on American and German sides over knowledge, I had no idea of it. The only thing I really directly mirbekomme these birds, are sagging because of the women of their clothes and this is compared to executions, of course, nothing. A few weeks ago there was a student demo, which I've also learned only later on the web. 30 people are sitting now in jail, some have their families have no idea where they are and how they are doing. A law student has died, probably as a result of torture, was buried as quickly as possible without notifying the family and who could then collect the death certificate. The following quotation from a speech given at the demo I would not hide from you:

"Today shows of fascism in the guise of religion. We feel the boots of fascists on our throats. But the rulers are wrong. It will not find it possible to break our resistance. "

The problem is that the resistance in width and has long been broken since the mid-80s when, after the revolution to pass in the different groups involved gradually were cleared of the Khomeini clique using mass murder out of his way. Since then the price to be paid for actual resistance must be at least outlined. I'm in Germany so much of the Iranian civil society read by NGOs, which would operate secretly subversive work. Perhaps they are there, but I do not see clear, I'm not here, of course, fully inside, but most people have of the organizations that I call them, have never heard of. Here there is mainly resignation and internal exile, or even real. I stand helpless before some degree the question of how to change here for something, so for the better, it is even worse, so here is constantly under Evidence provided.
elections are soon, so far, 2,000 reformist candidates were excluded. In some cases mullahs - who are a heterogeneous group and not all fascist, as suggested by the term "Mullastaat" - was not approved because they were un-Islamic. On the question of how one could be irreligious priest was told: In this country, no distinction between clergy and non-clergy made. If that's not so sad, you could laugh uproariously. The spectrum, which is the election is a joke, you can choose either radical Islamist vulgar - that the current government - or the reformers, moderates, pragmatists, or whatever you call it. As well as buying a pig in a sack, for now, Mr Rafsanjani is also part of this alliance, one of the richest and most influential men in the country, which in the past also like to know times to profile by contract killings. And as much as I would want the people here a somewhat more moderate government, for example, not - prohibits one of the most important feminist magazine, because it draw a black picture of Iran, it must be recognized but also simple - as happened two weeks ago that the reformers "rules" of 1997-2005 and have failed. This system with its Islamic and Islamist dogma and its undemocratic power centers - Experts, Supreme Leader, Guardian Council, foundations, Basij, Pasdaran, ... - is not reformed, the brutality of the system can reduce the maximum degree. "Governed" and therefore in quotation marks, the elected representatives must constantly anregieren against these centers and to prevent them often.

Sounds gloomy, and it is. I would appreciate feedback if you guys interested in this political stuff, so you would rather read about how drunk I fall somewhere inside or how some people are hung?

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holidays, weather, travel

Halli Hallo,

's me again with some news. In the last week I've pretty much rumgegammelt, was somehow not really much. What I found particularly difficult was that I indeed had a lot of Iranian numbers in my phone, but somehow did not feel any increased desire to choose any of them. Unfortunately, it is true that many of my tandem partner are somehow very nice people, but not on my wavelength lying and / or have not much to tell. This has now had less what the cultural and life-world incompatibility of Western and Eastern souls to do, because I just do not really lucky. Alireza was as real n good, but the holding is now studying in Germany. Well, but that sounds right now after a lot of blues, but it is not, because in recent days, but the tide has turned somewhat, if only felt. I'm there yet with some really nice people to do and that's part for more than purely instrumental tandem partnership.

And for the eternal theme photos has now found a solution: In the blog I may, for reasons that you should not continue to be interesting, do not constitute large quantities, but I have now but with www.kaioo.de some small albums created. To get their hands because you have to register and profile Create, which is also willed it, because I want you to join in because all the stupid and returns Studiverzeichnis back. If someone has to ne question, he or she may not hesitate to contact me.

it, then to the truly weighty issues:

Christmas

Have I spent quite nice, because we have largely held by Germans so ne small party, pretty much cooked and eaten. I have confined myself here to NEN fruit salad, and I cashed in its consumption but some surprised-shocked, disgusted look, as it was mentioned that he was served in the shell, which normally our washing reserved. We have gejulklappt and I am not even the carols singing denied. After that we then moved to the hairdresser, because at the previous place ban on alcohol and still held a somewhat more international chillout after show.

Sylvester

Sylvester has not rocked the other hand, Sun, Einar and I have invited a few people come, ultimately, a single, but since he and his Iranian New Year was, therefore, did not care, even this a guest at 23.00 clock on his way. Einar and I then spent an exciting phase of the evening with Bauernskat what we are inattentive even of the year and then just drank until about ten past. Highlight of the evening was perhaps my intuition that lead casting is now exactly the right thing. Lack of lead was then poured wax first, leading to large spots and very ugly oracles. The following then pouring chocolate can not in good conscience be recommended, because with the burns on my hand I'll probably have to do for some time.

Baggy Pants and mountain landscapes

Sometime between the holidays and I went Einar decided shortly after Iranian Kurdistan, where we introduced ourselves, the two cities of Kermanshah and Sanandaj to heart. On the way there I had the bad luck from a group of soldiers who have probably not as often as a foreigner to face wedged to sit, and those declared to have to be known as the action of the State of Israel what it wants its anti-Semitic world conspiracy theories but unacceptable are. Well, I'm intending, at some point even a little bit to write something about anti-Semitism, racism and nationalism in Iran, because I'll come back again to the gentlemen.

The two cities were pure tourists rather mediocre, but knew all the more like the mountain scenery around it, that has already really hergemacht what, I'll try dranzuhängen a photo of it. Otherwise within two or three days, collected and, of course sparse - - impressions with the description of the Lonely Planet, which is that the people there really are quite a friendly way, our cover. Foreigners do not you see there, but nevertheless, or because of it, will be accosted almost never annoying. The province of Kurdistan by the Iranian central government is the way discriminated against in terms of investment, so it has very poor economic indicators. Kurdish separatist movements against the procedure is brutal, which has shown so well in Germany at the Mykonos attack.

Oh, and the traditional Kurdish clothing is included under other from a pair of trousers that can be compared most closely with ner baggy, looks from extremely cool, especially because there is really taken hold of two thirds of the men.

One of these days these boots are gonna walk all over you!

is newsworthy or otherwise, that the glorious government has poured the Islamic Republic of Iran once again narrowly the people's will into law. What are probably the most pressing problems, absence of social security systems, many millions of drug addicts, thousands of deaths each year from air pollution, thousands of straight through the traffic, people have two jobs but still no money ...? No, trivia, with something like that, most guests are not to big, you put the problem rather straight from the root, so it is women banned for two weeks, to wear their boots over the pants! And of course that is only fair, which righteous man does not know this: After a hard day's work for Islam and the nation wants to hurry home to his wife and child checked, because at one time in such a obscene booted woman and makes a very batty ! Of course, one attached in an act of defending his reputation as a good Middle Eastern man once his gaze on her shiny leather boots and indulges in the most violent fantasies, what may well be found among them, so that smooth forgets what is in front of one, namely the traffic and then suddenly it's "crashing" and the next accident happened. But that is so final now, finally, the revolutionary leader and his aides again at the last moment, the control turned around towards bright future and for all Islam. is

talked about the weather today, eh too rarely

so I'll take the time now in the hand. Ne is quite spectacular halt grad here, it snows like anything good, tomorrow and tomorrow are schools, universities and Offices close, so we have two days off. Claudia is snowed on the way back from Kurdistan and had to spend a night in a school 100 kilometers from Tehran because the roads were not released. Actually put people all over the country level fixed, because hardly any buses travel longer distances, the airports are also nearby, and even in Tehran, it is now sometimes a bit difficult to get a taxi. Among other things, had the team of Hansa Rostock stay one day longer than planned. I'm the way the game with Britt Iran - Rostock indulged in the stadium was, ok, 2-0 to Rostock. On our maps of what was VIP and we were constantly asked for the numerous inspections if we were journalists and embassy staff. Britt could ultimately ended up really well in a very nice covered area, while I had to eke out my existence in the snow rain and me n egg bake it, that I am VIP.

Cops can touch us

Yesterday morning I woke up with the following text message from a friend: "Are you awake yet? Want to play today snow? "I could not say no and so we went in the next major park That was great, made hats for a fun and secondly it was nice to see how then once again open temporary free space and sliding along icy mountain men and women down and soap. But at some point, had the immoral doings but rumgesprochen and then of course we are - 3 girls, 3 boys - even the same time the police went into the net. The pretext was that two scarves were a little slip. Should occur in nerve snowball fight. So then we were Herget rubbed under completely exaggerated roar two completely motivated police officers. After it was explained, however, that I were foreigners and all the other friends of the family and had lived out the gentlemen their authority Flash, but then we could of our Way to go, without having our personal details were recorded. The latter would not have been very bad for me but would have some stupid questions in the next visa renewal to be drawn.

In this sense, I salute the freedom, until next time