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So, I got my camera battery yesterday. Apparently, the people at the customs office thought that a whole camera had been bought by me from overseas and then shipped to me, and I was negligent in paying my import duties. That's the only reason I can think of for this to have happened. That, and the German bureaucracy. When they found out that I won the war, they gladly let me be on my way without having to pay anything.
That means: Pictures!
There is one of the city, and the rest are of my place here. Boring, yes, but oh well. I will be a tourist in the city tomorrow or maybe Thursday.
This is my kitchen. The door in the back goes to a broom closet. Under the window, you can see the kitchen table and the tiny refrigerator. Below that is the even more tiny kitchen sink.
This is the oven in the kitchen. It's about 2/5 the size of an American oven, and the temperature knob is in centigrade.
On the oven is a towel. This is a closeup:
This towel is from 17 years ago. It's probably only been washed twice. It's actually in pretty good shape for being so old. Upon further inspection, this towel has the same dates as 2006, so it's useable again. Who wouldda thought?
Today is Tuesday (Dienstag) the 24! What luck that I get this towel in the right year!
This is my room. It contains all of my stuff, so it's where I spend most of my time. On the table is a bottle of Sprite, a can of Pringles, and some Walkers shortbread cookies. Man, do I love German food.
This is my room from behind my desk. It's not very well furnished, but no furniture beats the disgusting ugly/ratty furniture that was in the other room.
This is my toilet. Take a look at it and tell me if you notice any problems with it.
See the shelf? How is somebody supposed to poop? If you go, it all rests on that little shelf! This toilet takes a normally fun situation like pooping and turns it into a disgusting bodily function.
And, get this! Take a look at this sticker that's on the side of the toilet (excuse the poor picture quality):
Not only do they want to make pooping a very disturbing event, they don't even want men to stand while they're peeing! Who the hell are these Germans? You can shit on the shelf, but Heaven forbid that it gets some urine on it!
Speaking of Germans, they have a banking company called Commerzbank. Here's the picture of the big one in Leipzig:
That's all for my pictures so far! I should have more of the city by the end of the week.
That means: Pictures!
There is one of the city, and the rest are of my place here. Boring, yes, but oh well. I will be a tourist in the city tomorrow or maybe Thursday.
This is my kitchen. The door in the back goes to a broom closet. Under the window, you can see the kitchen table and the tiny refrigerator. Below that is the even more tiny kitchen sink.
This is the oven in the kitchen. It's about 2/5 the size of an American oven, and the temperature knob is in centigrade.
On the oven is a towel. This is a closeup:
This towel is from 17 years ago. It's probably only been washed twice. It's actually in pretty good shape for being so old. Upon further inspection, this towel has the same dates as 2006, so it's useable again. Who wouldda thought?
Today is Tuesday (Dienstag) the 24! What luck that I get this towel in the right year!
This is my room. It contains all of my stuff, so it's where I spend most of my time. On the table is a bottle of Sprite, a can of Pringles, and some Walkers shortbread cookies. Man, do I love German food.
This is my room from behind my desk. It's not very well furnished, but no furniture beats the disgusting ugly/ratty furniture that was in the other room.
This is my toilet. Take a look at it and tell me if you notice any problems with it.
See the shelf? How is somebody supposed to poop? If you go, it all rests on that little shelf! This toilet takes a normally fun situation like pooping and turns it into a disgusting bodily function.
And, get this! Take a look at this sticker that's on the side of the toilet (excuse the poor picture quality):
Not only do they want to make pooping a very disturbing event, they don't even want men to stand while they're peeing! Who the hell are these Germans? You can shit on the shelf, but Heaven forbid that it gets some urine on it!
Speaking of Germans, they have a banking company called Commerzbank. Here's the picture of the big one in Leipzig:
That's all for my pictures so far! I should have more of the city by the end of the week.