WEEK 2- Smoothie Day, Garchinger Sea and Weekend Chill (Summer experience in Germany)

Monday, bloody Monday kids- that was a first thought I got when I was waking up at 5 am on Monday. Well, to be honest it is always first thought when I am waking up this early. Week 2 come at me bro!

Such an ordinary week, work needed to be done and we were there to do it all. After work, me and and Matt went groceries shopping and decided to make it a every week habit (not that we needed some kind of habit to be born, but Matt was buying food for exactly 7 days so he won’t have to go to groceries more. Well, let’s be honest, you all know that he had to go there at least another 4 times, because that was just me and my chronic forgetting to write myself a groceries list…but yea, for me? Normal.)
We explored the store and found these Smoothies and that was the end- every week habit!

 

The funny thing is, that exact day (Monday) when we came home from shopping I went shopping again because it would not be a day when I didn’t forget to buy something.
Like a fool.
Again.

Later that week we decided to visit our beloved Garchinger See once again and just chill with non alcoholic beer and chatting with L and Matt for a little while.

 

 

But at the weekend? More than half of the House decided to chill by the See once again and have a little personal party there. Like 2 minutes away, there was this festival called Sommerfest and the park, where the See was situated, was completely packed with people and sounds of good/weird music. Btw, it always depends on the taste in music you have, non judgmental area, alright?. We had a very lovely sunset behind us and a good night in front of us.

 

 

Matt was really happy that day because his best friend (another Matt, but let’s call Matthew, just to differentiate between the two of them ) came to live and work with us. I’ve heard a lot about him in past days so I was excited to meet him. It was real fun to hang out with him. It was a truly good evening.

By the way, I said I am going to dedicate these parts to people- This one is for you Matthew. I remember the day when you came to Garching to live with us- it was a very very hot day, I was sitting outside of the House, with my legs up on the desk, drinking coffee, smoking and listening to music, like almost every Saturday. We all saw a big car approaching our lot and then I’ve heard Matt saying that that must be you. And then there you were, all loosened up, with a guitar on your back, having that fucking sarcastic look on your face and I immediately knew that you’re gonna be a big pain in the ass. Noup, I was just joking (was I?). That time I didn’t know that I am gonna become your personal psychologist (as a part time job I would be great, but no money, no honey *haha*), but I certainly knew that it will be okay. We had a lot of fun, do you remember- with your two shirts, one trousers and one jacket? (inside joke, sorry guys). Anyway…thank you for all the bursting in the tears from laughter you old dog, it was a pleasure to get to know you.

But I have to say when these two came to see us I was a little bit scared because this little/big buddy tried to eat my arm.

 

 

The second week was a little bit weaker as the first one but let’s just wait for upcoming days.

See you on WEEK 3

N.

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WEEK 1 – or how it all started (Summer experience in Germany)

“Let the journey begin…Shall we?”

Firstly, I have decided to dedicate each part to a single person that I shared a good moment or two with. Not that I want to boost their ego or whatever, but I just wanted to appreciate the people that made my trip better.
But let’s get to business now:

15.7. Saturday: So we arrived in Munich. Another place I’ve never been to. We were sitting in the car in silence, just awaiting what is yet to come for us. After like 30 minutes we were parking in front of a rectangle building with a dark roof and shutters. My first feeling was…okay, breathe in, breathe out, you got this. We payed for the ride and were awkwardly trying to get our 159 bags into the house. I am seeing stairs..okay, I am still not sure if I’m gonna make it with the fucking luggage- long story short- I made it and almost fell down the stairs and died, the very first day- that is so me.

Well, moving on, I came to the room where I was supposed to live for 2 months and was completely shocked by the small space I will be sharing with another 5 girls.
Actually, I got like a 45 minutes long panic attack and wanted to turn around and leave. But I counted to at least 200 and  decided to go out and find Metro Station with other new people.
After we came back, L said we are going to see Marien Platz so we packed some stuff and went to see a piece of Munich the very first day. I have never been in Metro or any kind of underground vehicle (*feeling like a stupid villager right now*) so I was excited and this is what happened. We arrived at Marien Platz right in the middle of the Gay Pride. Well…I don’t have to tell you what that means- full of people, full of alcohol- full of drunk people, loud music etc etc…so when we wanted to take a picture with this ↓

The funny thing is, while we were taking some selfies, some drunkie decided to throw up right behind our backs *hidden laugh full of disgust* well, that escalated quickly.
Anyway, we were walking around for a while and then decided to come back to the House because it was getting a little late and we wanted to take a shower and unpack those 159 bags we brought with us.

The next day we went to see Garchinger See

“Mad swans”

That day was a beautiful weather so we decided to go like 15 minutes away from our House to see the beauty with our own eyes, lay down on the sun and enjoy the last free day we have before we get into the “real world”.

On Monday, we went to the company to sign some papers and be official employees (of the year).

not this, but it was kinda funny when the guy who instructed us drew it

And then another shocking thing came out- we were said we are not working that day, we are only signing the papers. Well, it turned out we were working- till 4 pm.
Fuck.
I was wearing a gray skirt (packed exactly no pants which I was supposed to wear), got these big boots that were 2 times bigger than my feet and a baggy blue shirt (by the way I am still wearing it while writing this) – outfit on point, don’t you think?

Maybe some of you would think that cleaning is just for people with no education and kind of a “last chance” before unemployment- well it is not- so I have become a cleaning lady for 2 months.

On my way to another building I caught myself staring at this beautiful building that was a part of the firm.

Happily, I got a chance not to work alone (thank god!!) and I was (and while writing this, I currently still am) working with a guy, also from my country, who came here with me.
By the way his name is Matt.
Never thought that I would chat this much with a man and I have to admit we were (and are) getting on very well. I was glad because I found a good friend in him. Anyway, I want to truly thank you for  every single chat we had, every single laugh we shared, because you know that I am not very good with people. Since I don’t allow a lot of people to come near me and do not have a lot of real friends (which sucks ass sometimes), I was still okay to let you see a bit of the twisted mind of mine. This one is dedicated to you because I’ve gained a true friend who I know I can count on and that is what is important now.

The very first memory is this photo … ↓

…and also a good evening while we were sitting outside the house drinking beer and just watching the sun slowly going to sleep.

The first week is always the hardest everywhere you go or start to work, so I was trying my best to learn all the things I am supposed to do and even made some lists to not forget all of it. My superior, with whom I started to work, was a nice and sweet lady, always in a good mood etc etc. Just lovely to work and spend time with. Yeah, there were days when I was tired or she was angry but we made it and at the end of the week I was feeling more confident about my “work knowledge”.

The first week after work we went to see the town a little bit and I have to say, as a big fan of architecture, I saw some pretty good pieces that resonate in my mind even till now.

Anyway, the 6 days of work went by and there was Sunday awaiting for us. Firstly, me and L cooked a good lunch together because we decided that at least once a week we need to eat some meat (a real food, not just pre-made stuff or a fast food). We were all tired after the whole week, but still decided to explore the town a little bit more. My friends were here in Munich last year so they knew the town a little bit more so they took me to see some interesting places.

  

I have to admit, the first week was hard on me because my legs hurt a freaking lot but I was still processing that I am somewhere else than my hometown. You know the little excitement from something that is yet to come but you don’t know what exactly it is.

See you in  Week 2 🙏🏻

N.

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WEEK 0 – SUMMER EXPERIENCE IN GERMANY

Guys! Long time no see! I know…where did she disappear for this long?

So, this happened I took a summer job opportunity in Germany.

I was really really stressed out to talk about it before so I just shut my mouth and let it be because I knew about it since about November 2016. SO , I finished my exams in May, so I had 2 months tops to stress out even more because it was closer and closer, day by day.

The night before (14th July) I was not able to sleep. I was at least happy that L was with me, because guess what? She was coming to Germany as well!! Fuck yea. Anyway, we repacked our bags and stuff like 2 times and had like 159 pieces of other luggage, which was another thing to stress about. Yass.

Traveling fever for life!

We were waking up at 4 am and about 6 am we had to wait for the car that was supposed to take us to Munich, Germany. It was Saturday morning, the roads were clear and silent and I was sick as hell (short notice: almost threw up like 3 times, but still managed to do my make up and pack the last things).

One of the hardest goodbyes was with HIM yea, I cried like a little child, but this morning was hard because of my dog. I hold him to the last minute and nearly did burst into tears when I had to let him go and close the door behind me.

So we left. Said goodbye to my whole family, and friends and was coming to Munich for 2 months. I decided to make this a 10 main episodes (with this one as well) long journey and of course I am taking you with me. A few of them will be divided into 2 parts but that is not important right now. One week- 2 episodes.

So stay with me and you will get to know more. I promise beautiful photos, memories and maybe a few funny stories?

We will see, or yea, you will see.

Thank you for still being here.

N.

Night night

Sometimes I am asking myself- “Is this really all I can get from you? Is this really everything? A cold shoulder?”To be honest with you, the feeling of not being wanted (enough) is one of the worst ones in life. 

Those are the thoughts that keep you awake at night, even though you want to sleep so badly.

But then you turn on the other side of the bed and there are the little things in your head, suddenly appearing in your mind, just out of the blue- like a kiss of your hand just before sleep or a good laugh about some unimportant shit…the mutual understanding at some point or even a slightly interesting topic of a conversation still make you believe in a better future of yours.

And that one still make you smile, admit it.

Then you turn back and see the back of his, facing you in a innocent state of deep sleep, and you know that there will be a new sunrise tomorrow. At least you don’t have to be insecure about this one. 

Okay? 

Okay. 

N.

Hemingway knew about it long before we did

The world breaks everyone and afterward many are strong at the broken places. But those that will not break it kills. It kills the very good and the very gentle and the very brave impartially. If you are none of these you can be sure that it will kill you too but there will be no special hurry.

Ernest Hemingway 

Everyone must have experienced this at least once in their lives. Don’t try to tell me the opposite, but look into the mirror, watch the dark circles under your eyes getting even darker and then tell me that I am a liar.

We all have been broken by something or somebody. That stuff happens. Most of the people will learn their lesson and become stronger after this unpleasant happening. The most important thing is the approach they will create or the inner statement they will believe in.
It is said, that if it is not going to break you, it will kill you.

How come?

Because you have to let the pain break you, that’s the only way you are going to get over it and let the time heal you properly. What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger, right?
If you will suppress the pain and the agony inside of you, you will soon explode and there is a strong possibility that it will kill you for good. Not for real, but kill any attempt to be normal again. By normal I mean, to  integrate and socialize again. Like you used to…you still remember that, do you?

If you just decide to not to do anything with the reality of “underground” you will just survive day by day, you will not live. You will just count down the days till you simply stop and your body will turn off. That’s why the “no special hurry” like it is said, it is going to kill you slowly, day by day, from worse to the worst.

We all know who is the only one able to stop it.

N.

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The Weekend-long Czech trip

Exactly a month ago I was in this beautiful town called Znojmo in Czech Republic.

But first of all, I should tell you how did I get to go to this interesting little town. Obviously from the title you got the point what was the starter for this little weekend trip – it was a Christmas gift from his parents. First of all, I am so freaking thankful for this opportunity to go and see a new place again not to just mindlessly and stereotypically spend my time in my hometown as I do like every single day during the week. Yes, because I have to, and I’ve heard that school is important so a one reason more to visit that institution. But back to the main topic, since we are not here to discuss my stereotypical school life but something slightly interesting.

Well, where to start? Maybe with a first day. We woke up in a lovely looking small hotel (that as we found out two days later used to be a brothel and we had a nice laugh about it), had breakfast and decided to go to explore the town a little.

Firstly we went to see Znojmo Town Hall Tower, and actually it is like one of the highest points in there.

So as a active people with super healthy lifestyle (*beeping of the sarcasm detector*) we got to the very very top of it. And let’s see what was waiting there for us, shall we?

Can you see the church in the back round? Prepare yourselves, you will see it later even more.

Beautiful am I right? But actually I was sticking my hands with the camera out of the window ↓
Is there something I wouldn’t do for a picture? ↓

Jail time in the tower

I know they are both the same, but I couldn’t decide which one to use.

I had to do as much pictures as possible because I always can’t get enough of the beauty of place…

After we climbed down the tower, and our feet slowly led us through the aisles to the church of St. Nicholas.

I am really into doors, sorry to interrupt the journey but I had to.

♥.♥.♥

The perfect sun timing!

What a nice a view ♥☺

After walking we sat down for a while to have a coffee because as a matter of fact- we were only in the first half of our Saturday journey.

After the amazing coffee (and painkillers in my system, because my head hurt like hell!) we went back to the centre of the town to visit the incredible Znojmo Catacombs, that were like a labyrinth under the whole town (as a matter of fact it was like 27 km long and we got to see only like 1-2 km because it was really really cold there, but we still stayed there like 2 and a half hours because the guide couldn’t stop talking)
The first thing that guide did when we entered the Caracombs he said that we are going to play “Hide and Seek” and we are supposed to find him. I was like WTF man it is like 30 km long…how? He said it will be pretty easy just give it a try- actually we got to him like in 3 minutes of running and almost even kneeling because the walls were really narrow and ceilings were really low.

Pretty scary huh?

This is called a Water Grave. I don’t think I have to explain it to you.

The funniest thing was that after 2 and a half hour, freezing, tired and feeling like a canal rat we came out in a completely random old panel house (and I note that that panel house was residential) and it was like three streets away from the place where we started. This is the place where we came out of the residential panel house ↓

Just imagine the faces of people on the streets when they saw a group of people in rubbery coats, rubbery boots (we had to wear them because we went through mud and water as well) and colorful helmets- looking like crazy af.

I was so so hungry I almost didn’t see so we decided to go to the hotel for the dinner since it was almost 5 pm when we left the Catacombs.

On our way home I got to see those two completely different but beautiful buildings!!

I have always been in love with some interesting places because they were extraordinary (at least for me) and I am always happy to go somewhere new where something takes my breath away just by the appearance or by the beauty of it. For example I am trying to find the beauty in simple things like for example nature in concrete:

It is simple, but it stayed in my mind because it was something I want to remember. also simple memories are important. And you know it.

On Sunday we still had one day, but we decided to visit one other town that was even smalled then Znojmo. The town was called Mikulov. Another historic town that caught my attention with its buildings and astonishing “old beauty”.

Even though the building is old and you can see the marks of damaged plaster, but still this is one of the buildings that catch your eye when you pass by.

and again…

A very old Dietrichstein tomb

So much beauty in this picture guys, I can’t even express how much I loved that door.

Then we moved on to the castle of Mikulov but unfortunately the tours n the caste were beginning in 2 weeks so we didn’t get to see the inside of the castle but at least we went for a walk inside of the gardens around the caste itself.

 I have to admit that this article was a long and exhausting ride till I got it all out. But anyway, after coffee and some desserts we sat into the cars and left Czech Republic and came home all happy and healthy but most of all tired.

Even though it was a month ago I can still feel the good feeling which I felt there. I am incredibly thankful that I was able to go with him and his family and have such a nice time with all of them. It was feeling like a very short weekend because everything that is good will end so quickly that you can’t even spot when.

But really, thank you my dearest, for everything.

N. 

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