we got a kitchen!

we got a kitchen. finally. it's very small though and looks a little bit like a toy kitchen or just a bigger size furniture. but maybe it is just that i can't wrap my mind around having a kitchen again...
as soon as i have the appropriate technical equipment (again), i'll probably post pictures...
the kitchen is grey, but we are colored!

Anne Seghers

I just read a really nice tale by Anne Seghers. It's called "Der Führer" (a word everyone understands, I guess). Unfortunately it's not translated, I fear. But there is some stuff translated. Go get it!

freedom to be sick

i have been sick the whole last week and i spent most of my time in bed. unfortunately it wasn't that kind of sickness where you can really relax, watch movies and drink soup that was brought to you. it was pretty annoying with a lot of bad sleep.
but now it's over! i'm back and better and i seriously hope to get some stuff done...

as i have that much work, i lost some of my longing for long walks, taking pictures, travelling,... i guess, it'll come back. -- in a way it's easier to not long for being outside while you have to sit at your desk, but i'm also a little worried. as not longing for a walk in the snow is pretty strange...
anyways.

groceries and growing home-feelings

today i went grocery-shopping for the first time at my new home. no döner or pizza or other junk food this weekend.
what would we need a kitchen for? the hallway is almost as cold as outside and milk and other stuff can just as well be kept there.

this is also the first weekend i spend in my new and tidy room -- and with all my stuff since 1,5 years! it feels really good to have all my stuff with me now. and i guess i will soon feel at home here. yes!

My new castle.

found!

hey!
i found that song i told you about! after so many years!
it makes you wanna learn italien, i tell you.
man, i'm homesick. itchy feet.



i remembered it being even cooler, though.

tidying up

After I spent part of my winter break to sort and organize the stuff that I still keep at my parents' house (like old school stuff), I'm doing the same again at my new home now. The reason is that when I packed my stuff before I came to the USA, I didn't have much time. So I just kept most of my stuff. So now when I unpack it, I try to get rid of a lot of stuff. It's amazing how many ridiculous things I kept, it's amazing how difficult it is to dump stuff and it's amazing how much printed paper I gathered...

But I wanted to tell you about a discovery I made.
Most of the things I can only scan; so it's not that I (can) take the time to actually dig in my past. But today I tried to decide whether to just get rid of all the old cassettes I still have, as cassettes are hopelessly outdated, or what to do with them. (I had also dumped my stereo as some parts were broken, the cassette-part still worked, though.)

But then I found a cassette with Italien songs. I wanted to listen to it, as I hoped that one of my once favourite and never re-found Italien songs might be mysteriously on that cassette. But then it turned out that it was a cassette where my flat mate from Genoa sung as a goodbye present. First I was disappointed (as I looked for that song), but by now I'm addicted to that cassette and it's the only reason that I'm not yet in bed.

Man, that was such a long time ago: 6 years. It's actually not even bad music. And the crazy thing is that there are small parts spoken of all of us volunteers and I totally remember the scene. We sung "Killing Me Softly" with three parts and it actually sounds good! And we did it again and again as we were not satisfied or needed to laugh.
This is so strange: like a frozen moment. A beautiful one, too.
Just imagine I had dumped that cassette... It still makes me a little sad. Let's say: melancholic.

I get homesick for Genoa. But I guess , it's also homesickness for that time. And it's unrepeatable. Of course. I once met my flat mate from Genoa on the Christmas market at Göttingen (by incidence). And that wasn't magical at all. Nice, but very distant from our common time in Italy.

And so it goes...

are you dead?

i guess, this blog is dead.
but who cares?