Sontag
I just moved from my old room into the new one. Let me tell you, in comparison, this place is an immaculate palace. Apparently, they were doing work on this room, and there are fresh coats of paint and everything. In my old room, I had a disgusting sofa and an even more disgusting lounge chair. The fact that they were hideous colors may have added to their disgustingness. But in this room, I have a table (and tablecloth!) and two chairs and then the standard desk. That means that there's more lebensraum and less stuff getting in the way. I was so confident in the cleanliness of this place that I even put some of my clothes in the dresser. The kitchen is clean, too. I think I'll be able to cook in this apartment. The other one was way too disgusting for me. The bathroom is nicer, too.
Edwin, my roommate from upstairs, moved with me to this place. I think he got a smaller room than the one he originally had. Our third roommate is a townie! She was born and raised in Leipzig and is doing her Ph.D at HHL. Second to an American, she's the best roommate I could have. She knows everything about the city, and probably has some means of transportation that I can exploit. She "moved in" today, but won't be around until Monday night. Who could blame her, though, when she could eat wienerschnitzel at home with her family instead of eating whatever I decide to make. I am praying that when I go to the store, I don't come home with pig feet thinking that I was getting chicken.
My camera battery is in Germany, too. However, it's in a customs office in another city (I think. I got a note in the mail from some office, written completely in German). Probably like RPB to Wellington distance, but it seems like it's in Moscow to a guy that knows nothing about the city. I will probably go there tomorrow.
I went to a party on Friday night, and I drank many half-liters of beer. One of the German kids said that 2 half-liters are appx. equal to 3 12-oz beers. My reply: "I'm in trouble, then." I knew that I had too many half-liters when I started speaking in Spanish to the South American kids and saying as much German as I knew to the rest of the people. I tried a lot of different German beers at the party, though. I had this stuff they call white beer, and it tasted like bananas. My only comparison to it would be that disgusting Sam Adams summer beer. Who has two thumbs and doesn't want to taste anise when he's drinking beer? This guy.
Now that everything seems to be going so well, I think Germany and I are going to get along. That's not to say that I'm acculturating or trying to learn more German-- they still have to cater to my American needs. But at least now I won't be as apt to call them "Jerries" or "Krauts" when I'm badmouthing them.
Edwin, my roommate from upstairs, moved with me to this place. I think he got a smaller room than the one he originally had. Our third roommate is a townie! She was born and raised in Leipzig and is doing her Ph.D at HHL. Second to an American, she's the best roommate I could have. She knows everything about the city, and probably has some means of transportation that I can exploit. She "moved in" today, but won't be around until Monday night. Who could blame her, though, when she could eat wienerschnitzel at home with her family instead of eating whatever I decide to make. I am praying that when I go to the store, I don't come home with pig feet thinking that I was getting chicken.
My camera battery is in Germany, too. However, it's in a customs office in another city (I think. I got a note in the mail from some office, written completely in German). Probably like RPB to Wellington distance, but it seems like it's in Moscow to a guy that knows nothing about the city. I will probably go there tomorrow.
I went to a party on Friday night, and I drank many half-liters of beer. One of the German kids said that 2 half-liters are appx. equal to 3 12-oz beers. My reply: "I'm in trouble, then." I knew that I had too many half-liters when I started speaking in Spanish to the South American kids and saying as much German as I knew to the rest of the people. I tried a lot of different German beers at the party, though. I had this stuff they call white beer, and it tasted like bananas. My only comparison to it would be that disgusting Sam Adams summer beer. Who has two thumbs and doesn't want to taste anise when he's drinking beer? This guy.
Now that everything seems to be going so well, I think Germany and I are going to get along. That's not to say that I'm acculturating or trying to learn more German-- they still have to cater to my American needs. But at least now I won't be as apt to call them "Jerries" or "Krauts" when I'm badmouthing them.