we are big and mean
Thuesday addition.
There even was something to do on this regid day. A lection in macromedia flash. Again, my group stayed away. We had better things to do than making weird looking cars (made with paint) go , tough it was kinda hard to find out what it was.
Wednesday.
Finally , we get something to do. Okay, it went straight up to hell, but anyway... It started as a lecture for 3D Animations with some grave MAXON software. And we got internet (which we should have got on thuesday). The drawbacks were that the coach soon discovered that it would take a vast amount of time to install the full version. Instead he finds a cracked one via the internet and spreads it along the network. For some weird reason , no one exepct the guy who took his own pc with him, had thought about installing somethin' like antivir, so along with the programme , a virus came to everyone. It was a cool one , actually. It infested all '.exe appps and when we managed to isntall antivir, the thingy deleted all '.exe on the infested computer, thus killing the windows OS. Well done, another bloody day over.
Thursday.
The people of bremen hate us. Right on the other side of the river Weser , there's the main brewery of BECK's , a german beer. So we get the smell of beer everywhere, but bee's not allowed on the tour, because of all the kids (just 3 people above 16, including Simon, me and a guy called Pascal from Bruxelles). And when we took a guided into the "Weser Stadion" of the soccer club "Weder Bremen" there where bars and full fridges all over the platinum/gold/silver/ areas. We even took a look into the BECK's lounge there. Beer everywhere.
So in the evening , we went out to find some beer. In this very moment we noticed how small Bremen was. We couldn't go into the center, because there we might meet one of the others, so we looked around in the outer regions. But we found no place to buy beer on a thursday evening at apx.7PM. What kind of fucking shit is that`?
We got our beer in the end. But where? In a closed shop led by a Indian. There were some familiy members outside and the door of the (closed) shop was open. We asked "Are ye open?" Within a sec he said "o' course , boys"
We went in. "beer?"
"YES"
"over there"
We even got our change from one of his relatives outside. Germany needs emmigrants like that ;)
Friday.
On friday, I got sick , so it doesn`t really matter what happened , because the whole day was fucked up anyway. Simon told me that it was kinda fun when went to a swimming hall and saw some pedophile or something. Gotta ask him.
Saturday.
We departed , with nothing gathered but some bad memories and two new friends. At least something.
On our journey back (in the train to Hannover exactly) there was a girl seated in front of us. When we reached the station she asked "you can't help me with my suitcase, can you?" as if we really couldn`t. Isn`t that annoying? Okay, I was probably looking very bad then, but Simon is a 1.92 meters high guy and he certainly could, even if ill. To round the shit up , it was bloody hot in Berlin. I just love my holidays.
yours,
Lisra
There even was something to do on this regid day. A lection in macromedia flash. Again, my group stayed away. We had better things to do than making weird looking cars (made with paint) go , tough it was kinda hard to find out what it was.
Wednesday.
Finally , we get something to do. Okay, it went straight up to hell, but anyway... It started as a lecture for 3D Animations with some grave MAXON software. And we got internet (which we should have got on thuesday). The drawbacks were that the coach soon discovered that it would take a vast amount of time to install the full version. Instead he finds a cracked one via the internet and spreads it along the network. For some weird reason , no one exepct the guy who took his own pc with him, had thought about installing somethin' like antivir, so along with the programme , a virus came to everyone. It was a cool one , actually. It infested all '.exe appps and when we managed to isntall antivir, the thingy deleted all '.exe on the infested computer, thus killing the windows OS. Well done, another bloody day over.
Thursday.
The people of bremen hate us. Right on the other side of the river Weser , there's the main brewery of BECK's , a german beer. So we get the smell of beer everywhere, but bee's not allowed on the tour, because of all the kids (just 3 people above 16, including Simon, me and a guy called Pascal from Bruxelles). And when we took a guided into the "Weser Stadion" of the soccer club "Weder Bremen" there where bars and full fridges all over the platinum/gold/silver/ areas. We even took a look into the BECK's lounge there. Beer everywhere.
So in the evening , we went out to find some beer. In this very moment we noticed how small Bremen was. We couldn't go into the center, because there we might meet one of the others, so we looked around in the outer regions. But we found no place to buy beer on a thursday evening at apx.7PM. What kind of fucking shit is that`?
We got our beer in the end. But where? In a closed shop led by a Indian. There were some familiy members outside and the door of the (closed) shop was open. We asked "Are ye open?" Within a sec he said "o' course , boys"
We went in. "beer?"
"YES"
"over there"
We even got our change from one of his relatives outside. Germany needs emmigrants like that ;)
Friday.
On friday, I got sick , so it doesn`t really matter what happened , because the whole day was fucked up anyway. Simon told me that it was kinda fun when went to a swimming hall and saw some pedophile or something. Gotta ask him.
Saturday.
We departed , with nothing gathered but some bad memories and two new friends. At least something.
On our journey back (in the train to Hannover exactly) there was a girl seated in front of us. When we reached the station she asked "you can't help me with my suitcase, can you?" as if we really couldn`t. Isn`t that annoying? Okay, I was probably looking very bad then, but Simon is a 1.92 meters high guy and he certainly could, even if ill. To round the shit up , it was bloody hot in Berlin. I just love my holidays.
yours,
Lisra