Wednesday, September 5, 2012
Wilkommen in Gelsenkirchen!!
This morning I woke up to the sound of the speeding on the Autobahn.
Apart from that, its relatively quiet. Tall green trees dance in the cold wind outside my bedroom windows, which are big enough for a German to climb through. Not that one would manage, since I'm on the 3rd floor of one of the apartment blocks at the student residence of Wodan Strausse.
By my second day, I already had two invitations to visit people around Deutschland - the first from our Professor (who invited my colleague and I to stay with him and his family in Koblenz this coming week), and to visit a wonderful couple in Munster, who I made friends with on the plane - they were such lovely people, going out of their way to show us to the train station, procure the cheapest possible tickets for us, helping us with our luggage and telling us all sorts of useful things (like about the carnival in Cologne). We both felt very much blessed to have received help the moment we arrived in a strange country!
So far, Sangpil, a fellow student from South Korea has been taking us round to get all our administrative duties done. With a wide-set face, slanted eyes, and the slightest of dimples, Sangpil wears glasses and donns his black hair in a tall spiked mohawk. He spoke 'Engrish' with a big smile and in a highly amiable manner. Yesterday along with the other Maltese girl and two Brazilian boys, Rafael and Rafael (yes, they do have the same name) we somehow managed to get the basics done, even getting a chance to look round Buer.
Getting overly excited at the cute little bakeries that dot the streets, I bought some Schwarzbrot- a small, dark brown, box-shaped loaf of bread that is so hard that, were you to swing your shopping bag at someone during an outbreak of rage, you would surely bring upon them a concussion of the severest kind (this morning I made a makeshift 'hobz biz-zejt' with it for breakfast this morning)
In the evening, I went out with a friend I met in Malta and her two German friends. One of them was skinny and extremely tall (exactly 2m, he told me proudly) and the other was a little taller than myself and very witty - I laughed so much when my friend said she was surprised at how much bigger the general bosom size is in Malta; at which I promptly asked how the bosom is referred to in Deustch - at which they replied "die Titten".
More to come soon.