I feel like I should write about the HIS inauguration, but this blog, as everybody who only sporadically participated in reading and/or commenting should have noticed, is not aimed for reflecting the worlds most important events, but about what I personally hope somebody related to me could possibly find interesting and worth reading and maybe to satisfy my slight extraversion. And finally all of you probably couldn't escape this topic and your ears are bleeding and you have eye cancer of it.
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I had a weird dream. I woke up and there was light shining from above. I looked up, it struck my eyes. I couldn't bear it, my reflexes made me blink.
I wish it had been the beautiful sunshine which is given to Colorado so often. Instead I had fallen asleep while reading in the airplane and the artificial, focused ceiling light kept on doing what it was made for. The airplane was flying me away from the Colorado sunshine.
Aix-la-Chapelle
Something was wrong. I walked through the streets in this old town with its emperor Karl's dome going back to the 9th century, passing by brick or rebar and concrete houses and hearing people talking a language that sounded like a really old, stiff, precise version of the language I was used to. Shocked I thought "Wow, these guys speak my mother tongue!", realizing a second later that it wasn't a very surprising and thoughtful realization.
The pavement. How can pavement be surprising? Well it can not, not really, it is pavement. But how about the ground underneath? Every time they try to raise a new building in this historic city of Aix-la-Chapelle new findings are waiting to be done and a whole committee needs to be called in to determine their value. If you plan a building in the center of Aachen, beware and double the estimated time to completion. However, at the time these discovered items were made, back when emperor Karl's cathedral was built, Pueblos were weaving their baskets in North America. I bet I couldn't weave a basket. It's hard duty. I mean, I could weave something, but don't you dare carrying anything in it, unless it is your mother-in-law who you wanna get rid of. Maybe the construction workers would be happy to own it every once in a while. "Well, which fancy decanter? Hhumm, ah that thing, I carried it in the basket this student made me, it is gone and now, we finally can go back to work."
Sports
Whenever you stop doing something, there is a hole. Since everybody needs something to make the time pass by until their funeral comes up or else this gratefully presented life of yours earns its seizing, this hole needs to be filled.
I tried to fill my sports hole.
I understand that it's all about money and in German universities there is a different attitude towards money, service and performance, since we don't pay as high tuitions. BUT, if there is 7 times as many students at the University, do the group exercises at the gym necessarily need to be 7 times as large? And why on earth don't we use a microphone but in Colorado they do for (for 7 times less people, as I said). Well, I talked to the coach, she said, they don't get it working. Sometimes there was no signal, sometimes it caught voices from other rooms, at other times it was just silent.
Ultimate-Frisbee on the other hand was quite astonishing. Our school teams are definitely some levels above compared to Mines, but of course the performance difference in between players are greater. There are beginners and 2 male and 2 female national players and other players who have been playing Ultimate from childhood on. I am really excited about playing Ultimate here.
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