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Hull, 09.01.2005

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I have all slept well. Even better is to be awakened by the British radio. After freshening up in the room's wet area, in the city. As I step out of the room and go down the hall, I notice roommate in the kitchen (the one from the outside by a großes Fenster hineinblicken kann). Also gehe ich rein und stelle mich vor. Tracy, Paul, Andrew, Chaz und Clare erwidern. Ich frage die Runde nach Supermarkt und ähnlichen Dingen. Da drei von ihnen anscheinend sowieso gerade einkaufen wollen, schließe ich mich, ganz ungewohnt dreist, einfach an. Andrew, Chaz, Clare und ich marschieren also los. Zum Einkaufen. Am Sonntag. Jaja.

Bei »Woolworth« trennen wir uns. Chaz und Clare gehen weiter zu »Kwiksave«, Andrew will mir bei der Auswahl von Töpfen und Pfannen helfen. Also erst mal die Grundaustattung: Löffel, Gabel, Messer, Teelöffel, Glühbirne, Suppenteller, Frühstücksteller, Teller, Topf, Pfanne, Tasse. Macht schon mal £ 22,- . Andrew steht mit Rat und Tat beiseite, wann immer ich ihn brauche. Das hier hab ich aber gerade noch alleine geschafft. Dafür übernimmt er jetzt die Rolle meines Trägers. Andrew hat übrigens lange Haare, ist ca. 165 cm groß und einen Bart hat er auch. Manchmal trägt er auch eine Brille. Ich glaube er ist der verkappte Hippie hier im Heim. (Aber vielleicht auch nur »Herr der Ringe«-Fan: Das gehört hier nicht hin, wenn man es streng chronologisch sieht, aber gestern (14.01.) hat Andrew blitzartig die Küche verlassen, als Paul sein Mißfallen über »Lord of the rings« äußerte).

Dann weiter zu »Farmfoods«: Baked Beans, Softdrink, Brot, Bacon, Eier. Andrew really does not mind wearing. Only after "over to" Kwiksave, because: "At Farm Foods," there are the bags for free, you can use at Kwiksave still cost extra, but there would, as Andrew explained to me urgently. I am beginning to understand how the English can survive in this expensive country: they have developed their small strategies of everyday life. In Kwiksave (which is actually written by the way, why I do not know, because after all, the word "quick" but from here, right?) Then brought butter and milk. Andrew is a little embarrassed, because we have found out that baked beans are cheaper but at Kwiksave and not of Farm Foods, he said. I forgive him but generous, after all, he wears a lot of my purchases, and gave me the bargain yet revealed the "Farm Foods bag trick."

Then we do four of us (Clare and Chaz also were at Kwiksave) back to back. But wait! Stop! Before my stay would have been in "friendly Hull" but found almost a sudden end: Chaz, Andrew and I were sitting peacefully on a wall, on Clare waiting, when suddenly a pigeon in a crash, like Hitchcock, is only about Chaz's head and then narrowly missed the mean. I was shocked. Chaz and Andrew did not. Andrew said: "Suicide ! Pigeon "As if this is the normal behavior of a pigeon would be here (which would not speak just for Hull, even if comes a dumb deaf to such thoughts).

Then home. After unpacking the shopping and a can of baked beans, I make myself a little walk. Towards the water. I know not yet where is it, then find direct a promenade on the River Humber, Hull is certainly here in the broad already at the 2 km. Over there lies Grimsby. I recognize the downstream port with its factories, smokestacks and ships. The P & O ferry to Rotterdam I can see. Somehow comforting to be in a city from which you at any time by ship can escape. Sea. All cities should be on the coast. Basta!

I light a cigarette and go out on a wooden jetty. I'm here all alone. It is windy but not raining. I smoke here necessarily much more conscious and it's sometimes even fun to delay the next cigarette ever (I know you can gloss over everything). This is now but such a time when you can smoke without feeling guilty, smoking must. On quasi-Sea. Then I move on towards the city center and get past the Marina, the marina, where small boats bob up and sailing ships.

On the way back again on "Oberon" by a pub that looks quite nice from assu. Let's see when I visit the. In the evening with Freya and family on the phone - from the booth. Then on to the dormitory.

It's a beautiful balmy evening. Quietly shines the splendor of Victorian architecture in the city lights.
Good night.

Will Hair Dye Remover Damage My Hair?

Hull, 01/08/2005

So, after 24 hours of Hull: time for a first intermediate state: The journey was a hurricane over the North Sea a bit chaotic. Next 2 hours waiting at the airport Schoenefeld, is prohibited on smoking by the way - unless one checks out for each cigarette and on.

The flight itself was okay. Self the small Eastern European child next to me was up to the start nice and quiet. After several amateurish attempts to find sleep, we landed at Newcastle International already. From there take the metro to the station. Fortunately, the train had also delayed and I was able to enter towards York. Even in England, the smoking cars are way at the very end. That is on one side somehow humiliating, on the other hand are then less people the way there, that you get a place without problems.

The cleanliness in Metro, as well as train but can be desired. The delay in my schedule was so delayed that I not as intended in the light could travel through England. So half an hour had seen nothing more to Newcastle. It followed repeated attempts to find sleep, and: There's one for even in York. Actually, I thought to myself now have the next train through ask for Hull, but when I get out I see it in the corner of my eye on the adjacent track a small train - are so small, in England there trains that consist just of two cars - at the still less easy Hull claimed. Perfect. Sorry, no smokers. However, since these are twice as dirty as the average Non smoking compartments, this bothers me at the sight of rows of seats in the slightest.

rise by a further hour trip I made in Hull und mache mich auf den Weg zu den Taxis. Der Fahrer versteht wo ich hin will und wir fahren los. Die Bahnhofsgegend versprüht den Charme der 70er bloß nicht mehr so bunt und belebt wie damals. Besser gesagt: Ich hab dort keine Menschen gesehen. Je näher wir aber ans Wohnheim kommen, desto netter wird die Gegend. Hübsche Kontore und Lagerhäuser aus rotem Backstein mit weißen Fenstern, Simsen und Laibungen.

Der Fahrer setzt mich vor dem »Pacific Court« ab und ich suche vergeblich nach der Klingel. Deshalb rufe ich John (sozusagen der »Ausländerbeauftragte« des Wohnheims) an und bin erleichtert, daß es klappt. Nach zwei Minuten steht er auch schon vor mir: Zwei Meter groß, lange schwarze Haare, Beard, long black coat and glasses. He brings me to my room that I just like the flat striking reminder of our hotel in New York (ie, dirty & small). Only the outlook is not so exciting. The room has a small window overlooking rooftops and backyard. In the room are then still: a sink with vanity cabinet, a wardrobe, a writing and drawing table, a lamp without a bulb, a small table, bedside table and bed. For now, lend me John blanket, pillows, tea, sugar, coffee, milk, toilet paper, and the cable for the Internet. Nice guy. Then he shows me the next Take Away and one or two pubs. made

on my own I wanted to once a beautiful Serving fish and chips geniessen.Dummerweise I have a shop but just not displayed. After an hour of searching and a phone conversation with his brother Julius, had to determine where we, that I was here in England should get but can not if my card is empty, so I turned the final but in the take-away, the John showed me had. A "Quarter Pounder and Garlic Mushrooms later," I decided to adopt the evening with a Guinness. Kindly, found in the vicinity of the home an Irish pub. When I arrived it was still quite empty. So no problem getting through to the bar. The first Guinness and to a cigarette. Finally relax again.

filled with time, the store. Fortunately, but not with the somewhat discouraging figures I had seen in my search in the city: young boys and filthy fat girl with far too narrow and short dresses. I notice a poster and read by a singing duo that calls itself "Celtic Cross" and today still is to occur tonight. And indeed, after ten minutes, they take their instruments and get started. Funny to look at they are. Both so the 38 or 40th The one about 2 feet tall, thin, little black hair that stands vertically in a 80's mullet hairdo on end. And such a huge tooth gap, where the cutting teeth must once have been. The other slightly smaller, with blond Hair, in a turquoise Hawaiian shirt. Looks kinda like a stoned Beachboy. They make the two mood, and "Dirty old town" or "Whiskey in the Jar," feels like something alien. Unfortunately, the two will not announce their political message and call to sign on to a petition against Tony Blair. Well, to each his own.

am After the second Guinness I will be so exhausted that I'm on the way to bed. 0:00 Against Clock then I slumber in a deep sleep. I must admit that I seemed to me the first night alone, here in Hull lost something.

But it's also just the beginning.

Vi Siete Mai Fatte Sborrare?

My first blog.

After the first days in Hull now my first steps to follow in the great world of blogging (which is written like this?). Therefore I urge you, as some leniency with regard to structure, design, logic, etc. in this blog here. As for the logic: So today is actually the third February. Since I got reingestellt content of 8 / 9 January date, I'm so cheated a little. The idea has brought me to Mark (not related to the cheating, but with the blog in itself), of course, technically much more professional rangeht to the cause ( www.markuslerner.com ). To come back to the design. So I'm using a template - which for me as a graphic designer, of course, somehow is humiliating - and I have not even figured out how I insert a link bar. I also not so sure what will become of this blog. A mere documentation of the Erasmus semester? A political blog? The latter might scare some of my dearest friends perhaps. A blog of the design makes it the subject? Or football? Maybe all in one? Well, I do not know yet. Let's wait.