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Gute Frage.

Ausländische Mitbürger haben auch dann schlechtere Chancen auf dem deutschen Arbeitsmarkt, heißt es, wenn sie dieselbe Ausbildung wie ihre deutschen Mitbewerber anzubieten haben. Somit nutzt ihnen der ganze in Deutschland absolvierte Bildungsweg kaum, wenn der Familienname falsch ist.

Schlingligerweise frage ich mich, ob die Beibehaltung des nichtdeutschen Familiennamens in Kombination mit einem Job, denn eindeutig nur Muttersprachler anderer Sprachen machen sollen, irgendwelche Vorteile bringt? Weil wenn ja, her damit!

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Glaskogen: Lessons In Love.

“I don’t think I can do that.”

It took me whole 60 seconds to find that out and say it. In my head, exclusively, I do have some pride. Now what? Wisely, I excluded the confession act as a possibility and gave it another try instead. And another one. I still couldn’t do it, but I walked on. Nothing else to do: I had claimed a few weeks ago, loudly and comprehensively, that I should be able to do it, so now it was too late to find out I couldn’t. So I walked on. Just like I’d do in real life, nothing new there for me.

Just before we started packing our rucksacks for a 3-day hiking tour, the rain had decided now was the time to act out the attention whore part and stick to it for some time. Of course it would, this is Sweden, for ticks’ sake! I could only hope my brand new Dalsland tan wouldn’t get rinsed off or mouldy till we get home. Home. Where the bed is. And the shower. Walk on.

Gradually, my body stopped hating me for carrying such a huge load for so long in such a rain and we made 8 kilometers that day. At the end of which, we discovered our first palace: they hadn’t bothered with the red carpet but painted the whole house red instead and inside, there were beds. And an oven. That day, I may or may not have believed in heaven on Earth …

Oh, the rain? It was our devoted companion all along. Jep. One of the most beautiful hiking areas there ever was, admired as water color. With the exception of a few moments, that is. Beautiful moments.

We spent the next night in another red house saying “Germans go home” on one of its walls. Sorry to say we didn’t. We couldn’t. Not after 15 kilometers in the rain and half a ton on our backs. But thank you for the oven and all the wood.

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“Where did you spend your holiday, if I may ask?” The repairman was nice and talkative, so I told him the truth: “In Sweden.” The tremor rattling his body could be seen: “Sweden? Isn’t it … cold and rainy up there?” He checked my chocolate tan again – it must have provoked his question in the first place – and decided to stick to his opinion: “And grey?”

“Yes, it is,” I lied (not wanting all the world and her wife to travel there next summer), “but then, at least there are no mosquitos when the weather’s bad. And it is still very beautiful, Sweden is.”

That’s true. While I was afraid I’d be missing Finland way too much, I found Glaskogen area to be quite similar to our beloved Finnish hiking grounds and that was enough. Oh, and: we had enough sun in Dalsland to enjoy a 5-day paddling tour in the first place.

Strange, though … this year no one exclaimed Spain’s gonna win as soon as they heard us talking German. At least I thought that was strange until I finally had a look at a comprehensible Swedish newspaper: it contained the words Spain, Chile and fiasco. I couldn’t believe it.

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The Exam Results Are In …

… and all I got was

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Just in.

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Yes, I am really going to do it.

Wear skirts and dresses more often, that is.


A Tough Decision

“I did it, today.”

“You canceled your French course already?”

“Yep. I’ve also found a few books for solitary learners, but I’ll buy one later. First, I want to memorize the dictionary.”

“The dictionary? 😯 You want to memorize a French dictionary?”

“Nooooooo! 😆 You know, the small one with all the lovely pictures and photos! After the exam, I’ll do some serious work, if I have time. But for now, it is studies first.”

“Well.”

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Day One: Montmartre. Also: First Batch of Bad News.

The evening before we left for Paris I cleaned the flat into a more respectable form: it is something I always do, in my role as Mme. Provincial, before we depart to spend some time at some other place. To broaden our minds, make photos and buy T-shirts. And return to some home-made comfort after that.

We were still tired the next day, but that didn’t matter at first, since we could simply sit and watch the much-soaked fields hurry past the TGV windows, my mind churning idly. Sitting’s underrated. So is a good sleep. And one can never get enough sun.

“Just leave your baggage here and come back in an hour – the rooms are being cleaned right now.” The nice guy at the reception had to repeat the part about cleaning a few times before I remembered what nettoyage actually means. Yes, we learn such words at our local folks’ university, but I forgot. I did manage to apologize for my bad French in a ridiculously correct French sentence, though. 😯

So off we went, through the slum-like, dirty, stinky, smoky, loud streets leading to and from our hotel that looked much better on the internet. “It’s all my fault”, I thought,” my spirits sagging, “I proudly invited him but couldn’t really pay a lot for a hotel room. Last time, the same stingy amount bought us a shabby but clean room on Bd. de Magenta and it was OK. This time, it looks and feels sort of dangerous. But then, people who pray at the mosque next door won’t have time for bad deeds, will they.” Self-directed sarcasm didn’t help my mood, alas.

Diverting my gaze from the tripping waiter who let the obligatory baguette slices fall on the floor and spread in all directions and brought us a new batch much later I had the sound mind to protest straight away at what he served me (as I am going to do from now on whenever brought garlic, btw): “NO. NO, NO, NO.” I said a bit too firmly. “This is not the salad I have ordered.”  “But-” “NO, my salad is without meat!”

Off he went, checking the menu, mumbling in French. OK, so maybe I did want to punish him for having simply covered fresh food stains on our table with two paper sheets, one of which had stains of its own, but I had seen the prices and I was NOT willing to pry away those damn bits of  cooked ham straight from the supermarket before being allowed to eat my salad. Nope.

When I finally got my Nord Parisienne, it was surprisingly good. That was some good news at last. My hubby found his chicken average, nothing to enthuse about there. Well.

Our room was more than shabby and lacking too many things, but the beds looked clean and newish. “Let’s get out of here”, I suggested, and off we went. To Montmartre. Tired and not really happy about how things turned out.

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To put the touristy part into a nutshell: Montmartre‘s OK, the Sacré-Cœur Basilica is OK, too, nothing more, nothing less. Funny thing was we expected to see the Eiffel tower from the tallest hill in Paris straight away, but it didn’t happen, because it wasn’t visible from our side. When in Paris, you actually don’t get to see the Eiffel tower all the time, a lesson to remember.

The proof is in the p-… picture:

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A Montmartre artist posing for tourists:

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After that, we waded through many streets selling cloth to too many hurried women and landed on Place Pigalle, accidentally. Not a bad outcome.

Moulin Rouge:

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An apple without a snake:

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Ruling Ladiez:

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Then we went back to our hotel. I tried so long and so hard to get some sleep that I must have fallen asleep from all the effort. Outside, people were chatting, laughing and fighting, there was water flowing through the hotel walls and I was very tired.


No, I Don’t Like It. Paris. (But it was still worth it.)

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Hooked And Baited

Before leaving for London I had my hubby promise we wouldn’t be giving each other big Bday or Xmas presents, because it was wiser to spend the money in London, straight away 🙂

Well, I must say it was a good decision, especially since my “little” Xmas present was something I absolutely love! What I unwrapped on that day was a lovely Kindle hull with a corresponding lamp, but the real, big surprise came a few days later …

Since we weren’t really too healthy after the trip we stayed at home, waiting for the New Year’s Eve and … making things from silver clay. 😳 Both of us: I had thought He would want to have a go at it and he did.

“It’s beautiful,” I said. “But what exactly is it?!?”

“You’ll see. It’s a secret.”

Since I was busy keeping my silver bits from falling apart, I didn’t think too much about his secret, so I was utterly surprised when it turned out to be a present for me:

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That’s right. That’s my new Kindle hull, adorned with a silver ornament, made before my very eyes 🙂

Things I made? Oh, I was just toying around:

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I used a syringe to make these and it was easy, but it also had its stressy moments. We torched them on an outdoor gas grill we had bought for that purpose. And there’s a coin in this picture for you to see that I haven’t been splurging around, buying loads of silver and making huge statement pieces. 😳 Instead, I was a good girl, like I said I would 😆

Oh, and my silver bits were photographed on a script I will use to see whether I can learn enough to have a try at my darn exam in March. I did hand in the proscribed homework (I had written it on Xmas day) and I know how to do the derivatives now. You know: that maths stuff. Though that is not enough to pass the exam, I might just about learn enough to apply for it.


Da ist wohl Vorsicht geboten / Vse kaže, da je potrebna previdnost

Wenn frau morgens, bevor sich das Radio einschaltet und SWR2 versucht, die Schlafenden zu wecken, aufwacht, nicht mehr schlafen kann und sich daher völlig unbeirrt den herum streunenden Gedanken überlässt, von denen die meisten mit der gerade anfangenden Woche zu tun haben und eher praktischer Natur sind, wenn sie also unter anderem recht lange alle ihren Maßnahmen durchgeht und sich fragt, was wohl passieren würde, wenn der PC plötzlich nicht mehr täte, nur um festzustellen, nachdem sie aufgestanden ist und sich den ersten Kaffee geholt hat, dass dem PC tatsächlich nach Kreppieren zumute ist, was würde denn das Universum dazu sagen, dass sie sonst, wenn sie nicht mehr schlafen kann, davon träumt, wie ihr Leben wohl nach einem saftigen Lottogewinn aussehen würde? Ha?!?

— 😯 … 🙄 … 😦

Če se zjutraj zbudi, še preden se vklopi budilka in klasična radijska postaja poskuša prebuditi še speče, če ne more več spati in se zato povsem brez upiranja prepusti mislim, ki brzijo naokrog, večina jih je povezanih s tednom, ki se šele začenja, in so povsem praktične narave, če torej precej dolgo časa razmišlja o vseh svojih ukrepih in se sprašuje, kaj bi se zgodilo, če se računalniku kar naenkrat ne bi dalo več, in če res ugotovi, potem ko je vstala in si prinesla prvo skodelico kave, da računalnik poskuša crkniti, kaj bi potem vesolje reklo na to, da sicer, kadar ne more več spati, sanja o tem, kako neki bi njeno življenje zgledalo po mastnem zadetku na loteriji? Ha?!?


Was solls / Pa kaj potem

Meh. Ich gehe trotzdem hin. So habe ich mich gerade entschieden. Wenn sich jemand über eine Studentin lustig macht, die die Reihenfolge der Vorschriften im BGB noch nicht verinnerlicht hat und daher wild in ihrem Taschenbuch rumwühlt, dann jage ich der Person meine Finanzberatung auf den Hals. Dann müssen die auch für zwei oder mehr arbeiten und haben keine Zeit für Jura. 😈

So einen merkwürdigen August hatte ich noch nie: aus Zeitmangel musste ich bisher Aufträge mit vierstelligem Gesamtwert ablehnen und weiß noch immer nicht, ob ich die übernommenen schaffe. Das hat frau wohl davon, dass sie wegen zu wenig Arbeit jammerte – frau muss schon gut aufpassen, was für Wünsche sie äußert, denn das Universum hört ganz offensichtlich zu. 🙄

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Ma, vseeno bom šla. Tako sem se ravnokar odločila. Če se bo kdo norčeval iz študentke, ki še ne pozna zaporedja predpisov v Civilnem zakoniku na pamet in zato divje brska po svoji žepni knjigi, bom tej osebi naprtila svojo finančno svetovalno službo. Tako bo tudi ona morala delati za dva ali več in ne bo imela časa za pravo. 😈

Tako čudnega avgusta pa še ne: zaradi pomanjkanja časa sem do sedaj odklonila delo v štirimestni skupni vrednosti, pa še vedno ne vem, ali bom uspela narediti prevzete zadeve. Tako to pač je, če gospa jamrajo zaradi premalo dela – gospa pač morajo bolje paziti, kakšne želje izražajo, kajti vesolje očitno dobro sliši.  🙄