WEEK 9 part 2- The very last day in Germany, Early Lift and Saying Goodbye (Summer experience in Germany)

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WEDNESDAY

Waking up to the last day  in Germany. To be completely honest, it felt weird, like I have never been this long anywhere other than at my own home and this became my home as well. Maybe not particularly the House, but people, memories, occasions…and so much more.
The last time shutting off the alarm, the last morning routine, the last full morning metro…I mean, I was excited to come home to him, to family and friends but I was feeling that I am going to leave a piece of me here in Germany.

My last day of work was kind of fast- the same daily routine as usual, my colleagues were kind of sad that I am leaving, I would be lying that I did not cry once I shut my locker for the last time and hugged my favorite colleague goodbye. Once I left the company, I knew it’s over and probably I will never see them again.

Metro cutie

I came to the house and immediately started packing a little because our lift back to our country was supposed to come about 11 pm. Me, L and guys wanted to go to groceries to buy some food for the way home as well as some sweets and stuff for family and friends so I packed like 1/3 of it all. We sat on metro and drove like 3 stops to the groceries.
After our shopping was done, it happened.
L’s phone started ringing and it was the guy who was supposed to drive us to our home country. He said that he was supposed to take one more guy to the car but he canceled last minute so it is just me and L. It was about 8 pm and the guy said he is supposed to be at our place in about 45 minutes.

I was immediately like FUCK!! I am not even remotely done with packing.

He was awesome because he said that it is not a problem to wait a little since he was really early. Panic attack that came to my head hit me so hard because I was somehow not ready to leave right away. I wanted to physically and mentally say goodbye to Munich  and people I got to meet there…and I suddenly did not have time. That was so upsetting for me and my head was then all over the place.
We got to the metro station as quick as possible and the battle with time was about to start.

I came “running” to my room and started insanely packing my suitcase and other bags I had and when I was done it was about the time the guy was about to come. I do not know how I managed to do that because when I was packing to Germany, it took me like 4 hours.

I surely was a potato head -_-

I just wanted to run downstairs, tell goodbye to boys and other roommates that were all over the place, just to hug them and leave since I had no time for a proper conversation. Some goodbyes were harder and some of them were normal, you know you can’t create a deeper connection with everybody. That’s life.

This day in Art gallery with those people was like everything!!

So the call came and we were supposed to take our stuff downstairs, we had 16 bags and 2 huge suitcases together with L and I was able to see in the guys eyes that he was really unhappy with this baggage situation. He later told us that he usually charge more for this extra luggage but since it is out first time he let it pass. Thank god! *nervous laugh*

This was the only picture of the luggage we have, but it was the first packing, when we were leaving our House in Garching- the second home packing was 2 bags more.

So I smoked my last cigarette, said my last goodbyes, waved for the last time…and we left. We had a little dinner and both of us fell asleep.
The car was extremely fast and we were back home in less than 5 hours (usually takes 6-7 hours by car). Once I got out of the car and saw my house I felt this sudden relief and all the pressure I was feeling on my chest suddenly disappeared.

I was home.

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Here we are. This is the end of the story-time of the two months long trip to Germany. I have to admit, apart from other things, I really enjoyed my time here. It gave me some sense of responsibility, meaning that I had to really take care of myself, buy and prepare meal for myself, do my laundry…just, you know?

Adult life.

This was the very first time for me leaving for this long and the result was just great- I gained confidence in taking care of myself, got to know new people, got to see new and beautiful places, listen to so many stories from people, have a proper laugh/fun, work hard, discover new languages and cultures, complain to people, take advice and give one when needed…that’s like so much guys. I am so incredibly grateful that I got an opportunity to come here and live like this. Without being nosy or whatever, I have to say I am proud of myself that I made it, I know it might sound childish or it is not such a big achievement in life or whatever, but I really was and still am kind of proud anyway.

Leaving…

I wanted to thank to all of the people that made my trip as awesome as it was, that made me laugh, realize things, made me have fun even though I did not really want it from time to time. The trip was a pleasant experience and if you have an opportunity to go somewhere like this do not really hesitate and go for it because it will teach you a lot about yourself, believe me. I am not saying that you will find yourself there, but you will surely get to know if you are ready for the unknown, undiscovered and maybe a little scary area that is called Adulthood.

*infinitely grateful*

xo ♥

N.

P.s: As I am looking around this is my 200th article here (!!!) and I can’t be happier that I am back guys. Major *T.H.A.N.K* Y.O.U* for sticking around for this long.

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WEEK 9 part 1- Last three days in Germany, DEATH experience and a very hasty packing (Summer experience in Germany)

 

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If you haven’t read  →WEEK 8 ← already, you have to because it is deeply connected to this one, at least with the ending.

SUNDAY

Long story short- we had to move to a different location for our last three days in Munich. So imagine us, for two months living with just people in my age (approximately 18-25), all from the same country and then you come to a house that is actually cut out from 90s movies. Where you experience death stares just because you are trying to get your luggage up to the second floor and you’re basically gonna get killed (either with eyes or with a knife).
I might be exaggerating a little, but that was my first impression, okay?

We finished moving,so the unpacking part came to the plate. Well, we packed sloppily since we knew we have to repack in like three days, showed everything into cupboards, under bed, on the fridge…everywhere was something. The little OCD cleaning freak inside of my head nearly died these few months but I was like “shut the hell up, it’s not for life, calm down” – your German mantra.

And man!! That shopping cart was so helpful.

First (minor) problem- weird people staring
Second (bigger) problem- where the fuck are toilets and showers?
Third (kind of a big) problem- I am gonna get stabbed to the neck if I want to go downstairs to the kitchen full of middle aged Romanian workers to prepare myself a meal for the next days lunch?

Shove it Shakespeare with your “to be or not to be? – that is the question”, unfortunately this ↑ was an important question.
But okay, I am still here so I am alive and kicking and I survived the fight for the MF cooker!

MONDAY

The only thing I remember about from this day was that me and L came home from work and all we wanted was to eat and go to the shower. What was really “odd” – we did not really know if there are some “girl” showers. So I took it as a scavenger hunt and tried to talk to girls downstairs, if they know something. I got to know that there is one shower that is just for girls- achievement unlocked!! I got the key and me and L went to observe it.
I was not really surprised when we found 1 m x 1 m big room with shower, sink and a toilet, what a smart move. But, what surprised me the most was the “hole” that was supposed to be a shower from where the water was, not “normally flowing”, but splashing all around not even directly on you, okayyy thanks a lot. Last but not least, what freaked me out the most was the amount of dirt that came out of the drain once you showered more than 2 minutes. Well- fuck, only two days left N, just hold on!!

TUESDAY

And believe me, you really  want to stay here for this one.

Working day, like every other one. The only different thing was that me Matt, L and Matthew met after work on Marien Platz to make some “final cut” shopping since we were leaving Germany on Wednesday.

We were there for a few hours and I did not really paid attention to messenger and stuff but once I opened it I saw like 40 messages in a group chat (people from the old house) we had. I scrolled up to the first message and read as fast as I could.

Once I saw words like POLICE and FIRE FIGHTERS and WE CAN’T COME INTO THE HOUSE…I was like what the fuck happened. And then I read a bit more and…

The quite important thing I did not mention – the whole second floor was so smelly I thought I was gonna die once I entered it. Everyone thought it was just trash (2 huge cans were in the corners) or toilets or whatever. LSS, we did not really pay attention to it.

…I found out there was a DEAD BODY two rooms from mine. What was not surprising now- the smell was coming from under the the room door since the guy was DEAD FOR OVER 4 DAYS at that point. Oh god.
Later on we got to know that it was an old guy living there for many years, apparently liked to drink a lot and must have had an heart attack or whatever. The people from the house haven’t seen him in a while and once hey stepped inside of his room, they got to know why.
This could only happen the last day us being there! What are the freaking odds??

What was most disgusting about this whole thing,(fortunately the police let us to our room), the police was in and out of the room like every 5 minutes, coroner had to examine the body, pack up all the evidence…blah blah blah, long story short they were there for 8 hours and just then they took the body away. The amount of smell that was at that hall was just everything- even if we closed the door, the smell was coming from under them anyway, which was unbelievable. A few of us gathered in one room and drank beer and talked about it a little afterwards. I remember it was around midnight and I was sitting in the opened window (because the smell was just horrendous) smoking with S, we were talking a little, reminiscing about all the things that have happened during these 2 months…it was officially my last night in Germany.

Let me pause here and leave it for now since it is a long ass story-time.

See you in part 2 now!!

N.

WEEK 8, Part 2- Getting a Twenty Euro Tip from a Stranger and Moving to a “New” House- STORY TIME 4/4 (Summer experience in Germany)

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3.

It was Saturday about 12 o clock and me and Matt were sitting in tram on our was home from work and talking like we always did. I noticed a middle aged guy looking at us once in a while and had a feeling that he was able to understand our language. Firstly I thought that he is from Serbia, because our languages are pretty similar, but then I was like nah, he is just looking around and this is just a coincidence.

I was heading to Marien Platz to grab something to eat and Matt was heading back to the House, but as soon as he got a call from Matthew he sat on metro and came to Marien Platz as well. It turned out that Matthew decided to go to the streets and play the guitar and sing for money, but one of his strings broken and Matt had to come there and help him find a music shop where he can replace the string.
So once he got to the station point we got on the next Metro and headed to Marien. And guess what? The guy from tram was here again and sat in the box with us. I was like what the hell..how come? This town is too big to see somebody for more than one time! What is this? But I was still like- okay, that shit just happens from time to time.

 


Marien Platz 🙂 

Matthew picked out the most frequent part of the street, stood there and played his ass off. It was kinda interesting to watch that goofy guy wanting to act all serious and shit but as soon as he saw us he stopped because he got embarrassed. Matt found him a music shop pretty nearby the place where we were standing at that moment so he packed up all of his things and we headed there. As soon as we came there a guy behind the counter directed us upstairs so Matthew can buy a string and play a little bit more. When we climbed the stairs I noticed the same guy from the tram and Metro was looking at sound systems!  I just whispered to guys that “What the hell? What a stalker” (of course in our language) and the guy just turned around and with a smile on his face said: “You look familiar!” (of course in OUR LANGUAGE!) oh hell…
I was just jaw down looking at him like what the actual fuck…like I knew that in Munich are living a lot of people from my country but to encounter one guy in one hour and already 3 times and then learn that he comes from the same country as you do? Okay *nervous laugh* ! I knew that he understood what was I saying in the tram!! My gut was right.

We chatted a while about a few things, we got to know that he is a musician as well, then he explained that he lived in Munich for a year now and have never met a person from our country, so he did not make any friend that would talk in the same language as he did. Not that that was a problem or anything but it seemed a little off.
Anyway, he went back to his business and Matthew bought a new string for his guitar. While he was changing the string the guy came down to the cashier and gave her a shit load of money for the sound system and for some instrument. Then he came to us and told Matthew: “I’ve heard you playing on the streets and it sounded really really good, I was impressed.” and then he handed him a 20 euro bill and said that it is for a fellow musician and that he was young as well and certainly knows how hard is it to play on the streets just like that. We were all blown away with his generosity.
Naturally, Matthew did not want to accept it but the guy was adamant and did not want to take the bill back. We thanked him like 5 times because something like this just do not happen in normal life.
When we left the store Matthew was so happy that he invited us to grab Kebab to have this little celebratory junk food.
It was a good day, because who wouldn’t want a free lunch?
Count me in!

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4.

But the next day was THE day.
We got a message from the lady who was mediating this whole “working experience”, as well as accommodation, that we have to move out from our beloved House, for *wait for it* 3 days!!
We were supposed to leave back to our home country in 3 days and now we had to move into a new location…I was so angry you can’t even imagine.
So on Sunday imagine me and L trying to pack everything into like 6512647 bags (even more bags we originally came with) – but now for real- both of us ended up with like 7 bags+ a huge suitcase. The new House we were supposed to move was like 3 stops away from our House so imagine us dragging half of the bags with us (+the suitcases) to the metro station then to the new House (we were living on the 2nd floor- well done) and again back to our old House for the next round of bags.

When we came to the old House for the second, and also the last time everything became really quiet. Like too quiet. There was no laughter from the rooms, no music from the kitchen, no cursing from the washing room…depressing quietness.
We checked if we did not forget something by accident in any room, ate our last meal in the kitchen, drank our last coffee in front of the house, I lit up my last cigarette there as well. It was kinda peaceful and dignified way to say our final goodbye to the House we spend almost 2 months in. The only thing that was off was the weather since it was cloudy and dark.

When we were making our last selfie in front of the House and a sudden weather miracle happened.

There was a field in front of our House and when you looked at it, it was now crossed by a strip of pure sunlight. The exact minute when we were leaving the house for good the clouds retreated and one of the most beautiful sunsets occurred right in front of our eyes. I can’t imagine a better way how could have Garching said its last goodbye to us.

I am really happy that I got a chance to live in this House even though the showers were always full, as well as toilets and do not let me started about kitchen- but it had its charm and now when some time passed, I can say it was the best House we could have had.
DO you know why?
Because the worst was just coming. 

I will explain everything in WEEK 9 –  because it will be a raw description of events that occurred in the last three days in Munich.
And it was drastic.
Literally.

Don’t miss it and prepare for the story time that will leave you speechless.

N.

P.s: The last 4 photos are L’s- the credit belongs to you my dear, huge thank you again!!

WEEK 8, Part 1- The Half Survival of my iPhone Under the Water and Late to Work for the FIRST Time – STORY TIME 2/4 (Summer experience in Germany)

 

 

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Previously in WEEK 7: I was under the impression that everything is gone…all the pictures from Germany, all the blogs I have pre-written…other more than 1000 pictures…I was devastated, I had a big part of my life there.
Everything became dark.
That is the reason I have no more new pictures for you and I am so so sorry but that is the truth, but…

BUT

I woke up on Monday and I was still very sad, thought that I really lost everything, so after work I decided to turn it on. I was pretty nervous, shaking and on the edge with tears but I was on a call with my dear and he pushed me to do it and assured me that it will 100% work. He was actually a big help in this and I wanna thank him that he did not freak out with me and had his calm mode on.
So, I manned up and said to myself a magical sentence- “You’re gonna survive this”, and I picked it out from the rice bowl and pushed the on/off button.
Imagine me in shock finding out that I just touched the button and it lighted up. First thought was like fuck yea it survived!! But then I was like wait, how come it is “on” immediately without the whole process of turning on? Was it possible that I did not turn it off properly?
Well anyway, the next thing that made me tear up was the screen, because it was “under the water”. It was half smeared with water and different shades of colors, so I started to cry partly out of relieve and partly because I was still unsure. Like, I know that I am maybe doing a big deal out of it (which I 100% am), but I was in a foreign country, wanted to absorb everything through pictures and suddenly I was not able to do it. After a better analyze I figured out that the camera is dead and is not working at all. Firstly it was just smeared as hell but after like an hour it went completely blank, as well as the light function. First thing I’ve done was that I quickly transfered every single picture to the USB I had there with me, as well as all the pre-written blogs and everything that might come in handy. Jacks and charging fortunately survived (yasss!!!) and another good thing was that the phone after about 3 days almost fully dried off, so I was really happy at least for this.

This was a perfect example of a “blessing in disguise“-  it worked for everything, but one of the most important things on it was dead.
The only thing I can say is, shit happens, I guess.
Now, even though I have like literally no pockets on my trousers, I always double check if I have something in those non existent pockets, just in case.

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In the Week 8, I decided to make a little stop (again) and make it a PART 1 and PART 2 because those two last weeks were like packed with happenings. No pictures, but at least a story time!!

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2.

Another surprising thing that happened was that for almost 2 months of waking up to work at the same time, we came late to work, for the first time. But it was not just like an ordinary “oversleeping situation”, but kind of a big trouble.

So, since a lot of people left back to our country as I mentioned in WEEK 7, a lot of rooms were empty and M decided that he wants to sleep in one of them to finally have a decent sleep at least for a night or two.
The thing was that he was living in a room with two other guys and spared the door with other 6 people in the next room. Like 90% of the House were waking up more than 2 hours earlier than him and they always woke him up literally in the middle of the night. That’s why he was happy that he can sleep somewhere else even though the end of our trip was almost at the end. He only brought his pc, pyjamas and breakfast with him and …read for yourself ↓

The morning came and I usually wake up two hours earlier before we were leaving, so I washed my hair, had breakfast, coffee, made myself a decent looking human being and right when we were supposed to leave I open my door to see M standing in the hall, in pyjamas with a phone on his ear speaking something about locked door…I was immediately like fuck no. So it turned out that his roommates locked him out from their room and he did not bring any clothes no keys, no ID or backpack with him, so that was kind of a problem because he couldn’t go to work in PJ’s.

Well long story short, we were screwed because I was the only other (living) person in the House, I had to help him. I was angry as hell and started to run on my Metro because I was kinda late (as usual).

It was then 7:07 am.
On my way to the Metro I called L and explained the whole situation to her and asked her to reach out to K (M’s roomie) because, as we figured, he was the one who locked the door, had the key and at the same time he was closest to the House. I texted with him in Metro and he told me he will be waiting on me at the station so he can give me keys.
I was like “Can you come to the station? Like won’t it be a trouble?” and he was like “Yea, might be a trouble but what can I do?”
I finally came to his station, it was like 7:33 am and he just handed me the keys said that he was sorry for maybe 4th time and I immediately jumped on a Metro that was coming back to the House.
I arrived at the house approximately at 7:50 am and we were supposed to be at work at 8 am.
M got dressed, I was still kinda pissed at the whole situation because I fucking hate being late! I do that from time to time but just to let you know I really hate myself for that. Our next Metro was leaving at 8:11 am and the whole ride to work we were trying to figure out what are we gonna say to the boss but at the end just told the truth.

When we arrived at work it was, I guess, 8:40 am and our boss was already waiting for us, a little scared, but as soon as she saw us she was kinda relieved and happy to see us. There was no problem with coming late, since we explained what happened.

There you go guys, those were only 2 stories that happened during the WEEK 8 and there are 2 more!!

Have a little patience with me please, I know I did not post for a while but the truth is, that my heart somehow did not want it to end that quickly. You see.

Thank you for reading my journey, because this is really happening- only two more episodes till the very end.

N.

 

WEEK 7-Hysterical Saturday Happening, Inevitable Goodbyes and a Message to Young Adults (SUMMER EXPERIENCE IN GERMANY)

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The seventh week was kind of weak, since we had a lot to do and no time to just live the ordinary and chilled life we wanted. Hell yea, we came here to work, but still, we all wanted a little while for ourselves and just rest and do, well actually nothing. If you don’t want that, just raise your hand.

We had only two weeks to the very end and since there were a few people who were still on high school they had to pack their stuff and leave. Unfortunately, there was no other choice. There was this- people have built a few incredible friendships here at the House, that kind of friendships that are not easy to forget.

The House started to become quieter and quieter because there was the date of 1st of September and a few people were already gone as I mentioned, then 8th of September- more people left and when on 13th of September the main gate closed behind a few others, the air became “totally different”. That day we went to sleep with a weird quietness around us (if we are not counting this German guy who lived in the same “hall” of the House as me and had TV on till like 4 am.- every single freaking day!!), no people laughing and drinking downstairs, no girls smoking outside while drinking beer, no people talking in the halls, nobody tripping on the stairs anymore…it was kind of a unbelievable happening out there. When we somehow got used to the noise, it suddenly stopped. There were only 10 of us left.
It was official.
But I am foreshadowing now. ↓↓↓

This week was the last for high schoolers as I mentioned. Over the course of these two months I had the opportunity to talk to each and every one of you and I have to say, people are so so different and I was able to see it there. One of them was about to go to study Japanese language, other two fell in love in here (spoiler alert: A and B!!!) and are currently experiencing a distance relationship – coincidentally with women from our country since at the House we were all from one country,another one has been working many jobs and is still at high school, guys…like I can’t even, the diversity of people is just too much for me sometimes. I like that every single on of them was different…it does make a human being feel special at some point. And that’s why I want to dedicate this one to you, my young adults. And again, I know that none of you will never stumble upon this blog, but at least I can be general.

To all of you out there: I know that you might be insecure or scared about what’s gonna happen next, but honestly, don’t be. Life has something terrific for you, it has its aces in its sleeves. It always has. When I was 18, I would kill for a good advice. As a matter of fact, your life is just starting now.
Travel as much as you can.
Meet new people.
Experience the unknown.

Take pictures.
Fall in love.
Go nuts. Go crazy.
Laugh.
Enjoy the life to the fullest.
When something fucks up just talk to yourself like: ” Look I know that you are upset and sad right now, but there are worst things that might happen and didn’t yet, it is not the end of the world.”

And that’s it…it is not the end of the world. Not everyone is able to understand or accept that when something fucked up happens. So I am just letting you know that there is always a new day if you did not happen to know. Don’t worry.

“Thank you to all of you that I was talking about…you guys…you can make big things, just don’t give up and be good people…I wish nothing more.”

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You guys you won’t even be able to understand what happened next because I am still not in a state of mind that I accept that happening.
Saturday- 2nd September:
As usual, we went to work. Most of the people were asleep since there was a party on Friday (again, as usual). I was in a hurry because I was kind of late (as usual again and again) and I just needed to go pee so freaking much you can’t even imagine so I sprinted to the bathroom left my bag outside but brought my phone with me I don’t even know why and put it into my back pocket. I am pretty sure you now know where am I heading with this. So as I was pulling the pants down I just heard a dull sound and a splash….I immediately knew that I fucked up, big time. So at that particular second without even thinking, I reached for my beloved old phone into the toilet (experienced enough from work) and started to shake like those little bag dogs when they are cold. I was in shock, I run out (with my pants back on) of the bathroom and started to cry so hard. I sat on stairs I turn the phone off  because it is always necessary to do it when something like this happens (and it stayed off till Monday ↓) and was not able to move. It all happened during like 1 minute and 30 seconds but it was like an hour for me. We had to hurry the hell up because we were already late for out Metro and needed to get to work on time. Imagine me having a mental breakdown because of the phone, crying the whole way to work (like 45 minutes) and then sobbing for like the half of our Saturday shift…I was a mess guys. I was under the impression that everything is gone…all the pictures from Germany, all the blogs I have pre-written…other more than 1000 pictures…I was devastated, I had a big part of my life there.
Everything became dark.
Like these pictures.

Thank God that after I calmed down and stopped having like 25th panic attack in a row I got an idea. I had a tablet with me there and that little thingie was able to accept SIM cards. Way to go- I went to buy a reduction to a electronic shop and was able to talk on the phone and have a few of the apps that I had in my phone. The funniest thing was, that when I was phoning somebody it looked like I was holding a flat TV on my ear.

That is the reason I have no more new pictures for you and I am so so sorry but that is the truth, but…

More on this Friday be continued on Monday in Week 8, I guess.You will get to know what more happened and if my three year old iPhone survived the encounter with water.

WEEK 8 is coming guys and you will get to know what happened- stay tuned, the end is really really close.

N.

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P.s: For the header image I am thankful to L, she was willing to give me a few pictures she took so I have at least something since the accident..so again T H A N K * Y O U darling!

WEEK 6, PART 2- The Worst Awakening, Alps Mountain Climbing and a Birthday Cake (Summer experience in Germany)

Part II.
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The weekend of the sixth weekend was kind of long. Let me explain.
On Saturday we were working our butts off, as usual. Matt was having his birthday on Sunday and wanted to invite some friends over for a drink and a little chat on Saturday night. So be it.
Annnnd on Saturday I made a cake!! Oh okay you though I was baking- hmm let me let you down- I bought a frozen cake (muhaha) and even though it was a frozen kind it was delicious (and a little bit burned but that happens to everyone, right?)

It was a chilled night, we relaxed and chatted in kitchen space, drinking and (in my case) just trying to be social.
A little before midnight a lot of people went to sleep or left to catch one of the last metros and I just simply waited till the midnight to officially wish him the best in the world for his 24th birthday! What a good friend I am. But then, we both had to go to sleep because at the morning we were heading towards another adventure- Neuschwanstein Castle ↓

What is the best morning you could ever have? – being awaken 30 minutes before the alarm by a huge noise, drunk people talking in your room and a unknown man in the opposite bed of mine? If you responded with this- you are right. Such a delightful happening. I started to yell at them to leave the fucking room and go talk somewhere else. Little harsh, but shit happens. Positive vibes only.
We woke up with L (and a few other people) made breakfast, packed our bags and left the house in a good mood anyway. We were traveling by train, 3 hours away from Munich, hoping that we will come to the right destination. I ordered myself to sleep a little but the sleep was not coming so I listened to music the whole ride there. When we finally arrived it was kind of smothery weather, like it’s about to rain. When we took off the train we had to quickly from train station to the bus that was about to bring us to the “village” where the castle was situated.

There were 4 places we wanted to see that day- Neuschwanstein Castle, Hohenschwangau Castle, Alpen See and the town/village we came to.
We managed to see 3/4 and which were those 3 you are about to read.

First of all we went to see the Hohenschwangau Castle because it was the closest.

We had to “climb” up the hill and man, it was something. But yea, beautiful area, views, architecture…something for me. The first problem that I detected when we came there was that it was really overcrowded- I mean, when I wanted to take a picture I had to wait for like 10 people to move out of my lens and you can easily imagine the rage I was going through every single time *haha*

The next on the list was Alpen See (Alp Sea). Since we were really close to Alps clearly saw the beautiful mountains in the background.

I have to admit it took my breath away, the view was just marvelous.
We, as a group, even made a Polaroid picture that I took because I am kind of a freak with this- I love collecting them.

I wanted to dedicate this one to all of you guys who came to the trip with me- Even though the day started kind of shitty but you were able to make my day better. Thank you for a sweet and a positive trip where I felt like a part of group and not just like an outcast. Even though we did not know each other so well, I had a nice time with all of you and I am really grateful for that. These Sundays were just about this- go out, see the parts we haven’t seen before and just have a good time. Thank you for that, even though you will never read this, but you are all appreciated in the best way possible. 

And now- *drum rolls* – the main course, ladies and gentleman- Neuschwanstein Castle.
To be completely honest, it really was beautiful. We didn’t get to go inside of the castle since first of all we were supposed to book the tour 2 days before coming and secondly- the tour was only 30 mins.

But there was still one stop that made my heart stop a little- Marien Brücke aka Marien Bridge.

Can you see the long bridge in the distance? Well this was the view from the castle.

And this was the view from the bridge.

Anyway, it was a really long bridge as well as full of people who were trying to take the perfect picture of the castle. After a while it became too much for me because I was feeling that I am getting a panic attack because of that so I just left. Before that I quickly snapped the board with the story behind the bridge.

And I also took a picture of what is under the bridge (water? Is that you?)

 

And the views? just amazing!!

You can clearly see the whole are around the castle, I was mesmerized.

When we were leaving I run into my family that is living in Munich, particularly my cousin with his parents and wife. We were chatting on the phone on Saturday and I was kinda hoping I will meet them and coincidentally it happened! We stood there and chat for a few minutes and then our paths split hence there were going to see the castle and we were just leaving.

After like 3 and a half hours of walking we were too dead to see the town so we skipped this part and just sat on the bench half sleeping half scrolling on the phones. I was completely exhausted.
When we were ready to leave the information board was telling us that our train was canceled due to some reconstruction work on the railways. I was like what the fuck, no!
Well luckily the next train was about to come in another 30 mins.
Thank God!

I comfortably sat down in the train, preparing for the best exhaustion sleep ever and suddenly my phone rang.
It was my cousin telling me to look over my shoulder. So my sleep was again canceled due to family meeting. But I was still glad I got to meet with them and chat for more than like 3 seconds.

We came to Munich after 2 hours of train ride and I just remember me being mind absent all the time till we came home and I got to eat and sleep.

My whole impression? It was a really beautiful trip, the only thing that made me really say “wow” was the Alpen See because in the country where I come from we have a lot of castles and historical stuff. But still- Both of these castles were so so beautiful.
One thing that made me anxious and mad was that that day was a very shitty light outside. The sun was out for one minute and then hiding behind the clouds and I was almost unable to take good pictures. Everything was either too bright or too dark- that was the thing that disappointed me the most about the trip.

But anyway I came home exhausted as hell and that particular exhaustion was a good one with my head full of memories and satisfaction.

The end is coming soon-> Week 7

N.

WEEK 6, PART 1- * S A L V A D O R * D A L Í * Biblia Sacra exhibition (Summer experience in Germany)

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And I am back with my journey in the sixth week!

While I am writing this, it is a Monday morning on week 7, sitting in our cleaning room, going through the pictures I have taken and reminiscing about the sixth week.
I always do that, since my mind is like a goldfish and I tend to forget so so much that happened- so I take pictures and whenever I look at particular one, I usually get the particular memory in my head. At least something because sometimes I don’t even remember what I had for lunch the day before.

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But anyway, this week contents 2 major trips/visitations.
I want to make it easier to read so I am gonna split into 2 parts so you can enjoy both in the better way than joined together. Sit tight and make yourself at home.

This week started with an unexpected turn- we were going to see exhibition of Salvador Dalí- Biblia Sacra. Yea, on Monday evening I came from work, packed myself a small bag and went to see this genius with my own eyes.
The exhibition was happening till 10 pm, so we had a lot of time for exploring. The exhibition was divided into 2 parts- 1st was full of Salvador Dalí’s biblical images and the 2nd was Dante Alighieri and his collection of biblical art.

The first part was a really quiet one. As you know when you come to a gallery everyone is just whispering when they want to say a word or two to their companion. Generally, it all had kind of a calm and peaceful vibe. We came as a medium big group but quickly divided into small ones or even to singles. I went all alone because every time I come to any kind of gallery, I like to explore on my own. And I also wanna take pictures (even though in most cases it is forbidden) because that’s kind of a person I am. Or I just want you all to see it? Questionable.

Anyway, I went from one corner to another, seeing all those colors as well as not that colorful ones, enjoying the quietness and my imagination of “what can I personally see in the paintings” was about to start.

Since there was a huge sign “no pictures allowed”, I made my “alone journey” a bit quicker, took pictures and then went one more time, but slower.

The whole point of the exhibition was cut out of the Bible, as you can tell from the title of the whole opening. Basically everything from the real start of the world to the very last battle in the Heaven. I don’t know how many of you are religiously involved here, but this is it, this is the truth.
These paintings were mostly from the year ’64 so that must have been a pretty pro creative year for Dalí.
But, let me cut this short, these are the ones that caught my eye the most:


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After we came out it was kind of dark a this was the area that was in the middle of it

The second part of the exhibition was dedicated to works of Dante Alighieri as I mentioned earlier- but there were really no pictures allowed. When we walked into the room all camera ready, it turned out that there is a guard. Well, a man with a long hair in ponytail, sitting on a high chair, with an angry face, drawing something on a small piece of paper. Every time someone got too close to something he got all nervous and started to warn people to not to touch that or that…
But I still managed to make at least two pictures (yasss!)

The gallery was situated near one beautiful place (packed with people of course) in Munich: Karls Platz.
Basically it is something like a passenger square with a fountain and shops that were put into old and I would say some of them into a historical buildings.

VS.

As a final thing I would say, I have always been in love with art. Whether it was abstract or some particular course. The last picture is bizzare and artsy as hell- it really shows how the nature of art is so miscellaneous.


Also found on the Karls Platz

Part 2 of week 6- here we go!

N.
P.s: I did not forget about the dedication- I am just saving it for the Part II. Can’t wait!