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19 Juli 2005 |
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Finally! My Vinyl arrived this morning. Now I'm gonna rock this place! That is confirmed! Massive Thanks to everybody involved in this! |
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The last week was a quite strange one. There were ups and downs, lefts and rights but no straight direction at all. So, wha' happen'? First, There was this Wednesday, when I spinned some plastic at a club called "Cinnabar Redd". I burned some forty CDs and put proper vibes into the place. After all these years, playin' CDs was a little strange to handle, especially without a monitor and the like... But everybody was quite well with the sound and they seemed to like it. Second was the farmhouse-party on Saturday. We rented a house with a huge green lawn and a deep blue swimming-pool to excessively party with all it takes. Again, I was spinning some plastic with phat Techno-Tracks and went the ruff way... After dancing till sunrise, I took a little walk for having a pee and when I returned five minutes after, I found out that somebody stole my pouch, which I left on a chair... Digicam, mobile, wallet with debit cards and lots of important things were just gone from one moment to the other - shit happens! On Sunday afternoon, all the bunch of us went to the football-field of the Nizam College for football-practice. I was the goalie and I am mad enough to be a good one, I think. But the absence of fear was very contraproductive since I once had to stop a ball by jumping, stretching, flying, landing on the ground and having a full break with head, elbows, breast and tummy on the dirty, stony ground. I was successful and could touch the ball with my fingertips to give it a little push and made it missing the goal by a few centimeters. But when I stood up, I felt everything hurting and I decided to go to hospital. There, they gave me basic treatment, cleaned and desinfected the wounds with ayodine and a kind of brush. Now I am covered all over with friction burns, deep scars and whatever. But the good thing is that I only had to pay 130 Rs. for the treatment, which is around 2,60 Euros (Tetanus-vaccination included). The next days, I will stay home. I should have done that on the last weekend... |
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13 Juli 2005 |
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Der dunkle Schleier der Nacht liegt auf der Stadt, Regen peitscht durch die Strassen. Ich liege in meinem Bett und hoere von der Strasse das Jaulen eines Koeters, der von anderen zerfleischt wird. Ich finde keinen Schlaf, starre an die Decke und denke an frisches Wasser, welches meine trockene Kehle benetzt. Aber es gibt nichts zu trinken - was fuer eine Ironie angesichts des Monsuns... Aus dem Nachbarhaus dringen Stimmen an mein Ohr. Fremde Klaenge, sinnlos, unverstaendlich und doch auf eine exotisch gurgelnde Art sehr angenehm. Das Mauzen des kleinen Kaetzchens vor meinem Fenster jedoch ist inzwischen verstummt, es hat bestimmt einen trockenen, warmen Platz gefunden - so wie ich... ... oder es wurde von der fetten Ratte gefressen, die immer um unser Haus schleicht! |
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01 Juli 2005 |
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Last Weekend, some of us trainees have been visiting the Golconda Primary School. There, Kids from 6 to 14 have some basic education in an atrium-like building without proper classrooms. We've been there on behalf of Satyam Foundation, a NGO doing social work and giving support to various institutions across the country, especially in Hyd. It was kind of shocking to see these kids trying to pick up some knowledge under such conditions. They even don't have notebooks to do their homework properly. But can we help them somehow without only providing the required material? Just buying some stuff seems to be too easy... We planned to get involved in this with some workshops on Geography and basic English. The kids were quite interested when we showed them some world-maps and explained where we come from, how the weather, the food, the songs and dances are like in our countries. But I am not very sure if they really understood what we said. But there are other languages... Anyway... they were so grateful and happy! The kids paid back our little efforts with lots of smiles and laughter... We'll soon be back! |
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I tell you one thing only: The Boss is not the Boss! The 'Boss' is a concept. Here, I tell my 'Bosses' where to drive the Rickshaw, how to wash my socks, to give me a pack of "Classic Milds" and how to fix the fusebox... And that is confirmed! |
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Alltagsabsurditäten und Gedankenspiele eines Trainees in Hyderabad (AP), Indien |
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At 19 Juli, 2005 19:54,
Anonym said…
Dieu merci! Cool, dass sie endlich da sind! Laß sie dir nicht auch vom Plattenteller klauen.. ist ja ne schoene Sch**** mit deiner Tasche... aber wie du schon sagtest: Shit happens. Dran bleiben! Stich
At 20 Juli, 2005 02:34,
Anonym said…
Jetzt gibts erstmal keine Fotos mehr! Naja, vielleicht finde ich schon bald was günstiges...
Danke für Moni Kruse und Stashrider, bin mal gespannt, wie das abgeht...