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liebe leute...
this is my second attempt... grr... hope it works. so...
THANKYOU!!! to all you kind ppl who contributed to 'the book!' and thanks so much to jemma... =)
it really meant a lot to me!!! but before this turns into one of those unbearable american soapies...
ps 20! that came as a bit of a shock! as a friend said,
'now you're 1/3 of the way through your life'.
me, taken aback'i wanna live until i'm over 60!'
'ok then, 1/4'
little ingrid, who's really not so little anymore, said kindly '1/5' but when i protested again, the (it seems) only mathematically fähig person in the friendship circle, kieran, said ... ok, well i can't remember... also being mathematically incapable, but it was some random fraction which equalled 75. i think i'll just live and then see what happens.
Dear people she wrote, sitting in a berlin villa having eventually managed to hush the kinderlein into bed, Prague is the most beautiful city i have ever been to! here she rambled on, then cut mercifully a large segment, for after all, a picture says a thousand words... like the faint peaks of Prague in the morning fog.
ahh... and no, not a photo of a photo this time... =)
Because there's nothign better to do, ie no prepositions to learn, no instruments to practise, no overseas trips to organise, i might just sit down and write about my very short visit to prague...
The train followed the Elbe the whole way through the sächsichen schweiz, the river on one side with jagged cliffs and steep precipices, and the forest flamming wild colours of red and gold on the other. I got off at the wrong station, due to the wankiness (ok, this is a very nice way of expressing it) of the Deutsche Bahn. arg. so there was me, shivering a little, and blowing out breaths of white air in the night, wondering where i was and how i was going to get to the somewhere else i wasn't... with limited czech. hmm. thanks to a few nice ppl, some very nice young police men, two train lines, a bus, and a korean immigrant, i landed finally at the hostel, where i spent an enjoyable night on a small plank of wood, listening to the melodious snores of the guy on the bunk below. next morning awoke to this...
then wandered around a bit as part of a provisional tour group, whose leader had once upon a time wanted to become an engineer, then decided against it, and with gleeful gusto informed us 'that's why I'm a tour guide!!!'
'Do you know much about the Velvet Revolution?' i asked hopefully, with that typical australian indirect way, and was once again beamed at, and aswered 'yes!'. waited for an explanation, but none came. this bridge, however, we know all know, is called the Charles bridge, and it is rimmed by a city that is so gorgeous... just look at the pictures!...
ahhh... god my english skills are slipping... hilfe!
and i thought this poster was cool...
however, it was wierd having my bday in AUTUMN!!! (and about 12 degrees, too) sorry this was quite boring!
the day was nice, (in dresden) and it was so cool to come home and see the mountain of letters and parcels that prevented me from entering my room! thanks! and OMG, ppls, come to eastern europe, it's THE BEST!!!