Hello dear reader!
Yesterday's day began relatively early for my words (10:30) and broke into the role of my mother as an alarm clock rudely in upon me. But I had this brute Weckmethode into debt itself, as I go absolutely to Grevenmacher to a friend and later to the neo-Roman (or to the Luxembourg colony proclaimed) Trier. Secretly I had planned to let him stay and even a friend with me, because I all weekend from Saturday afternoon until noon today had sturmfrei by 13 clock.
So I dragged myself to breakfast consumed, quickly my tasty chocolate muesli (this time not a bolt, had them all inside the gorilla stuffed into how rude of him!) And prepared myself then for the hard odyssey. At half past 12, it came to pass that I took the bus to the city of Luxembourg, where I transferred and then in the distant east drove our little plot of land.
stayed there I spent some time in the house of my friend (on Saturday as previously), before we briefly when another colleague peered inside and there's plans for the evening thoroughly persuaded. Finally
then stormed friend and I said to a small remote station in a village called waves on the other side of the Mosel and wanted to take the train because we received at the last moment the message that we are now but were given a ride to Trier.
Accordingly, we waited some time herangedüst until our coach came and we Patricks brother and his friend, who organized last Saturday's concert, promoted to Trier.
began Once there, the sand in the imaginary clock that I strapped permanently with me on the wrist, contributed even hinabzurieseln the glass (we stayed only two hours before the train to Luxembourg went back), and so we went up onto the road into a health food store stocked with a wide range, we had already visited several times in Trier. After we had the re-fought once bursting with crowds of people (mainly, of course, shopping willing Luxembourg) filled shopping streets, we arrived at the store finally safe and sound and there acquired Patrick and dinner for the next evening, including a vegan pizza, which we happen to be in the frozen food department spotted. Even tofu, Bionade & Co. migrated in our cart, until we after we "borrowed" the goods were properly on large towards Electronics stores, made to indulge our appetite for fresh Multimediagut.
On the way to the first business we ran an illustrious figure of the way - an elderly, bearded gentleman with jet-black eye patch (a parrot we looked sadly in vain), who moved but again so quickly from there that we are what we saw just had first few moments were aware of it. The sprightly pensioner pirate was probably looking for his ship that was stranded somewhere on the banks of the Moselle
The one-eyed (stereotypical) Pirat von Trier (similar;. in our sample, unfortunately, the parrot was missing as a decorative accessory)
There we wandered through the endless rows of CD's, Blu-Ray, DVDs, video games, posters, and ancient saber-toothed squirrel over and met again on the two concert promoters, which we - appropriately enough - in the music department were, where we rummaged through the CD's, I's long-awaited album "The Octopus" by Amplifier (which I've now listened to and that the brilliance was surprised of this work by steady showers - a comprehensive review to write down these wonderful impressions is surely follow soon) and Patrick's brother recommended me vorfand still "OK Computer" by Radiohead and I I certainly will listen soon, especially after the votes were unanimously positive to the band enthusiastically in the affirmative.
Then we found in the spare even a well-known Trashhorrofilmkollektion (including "Jack Frost 2", an Opus Magnus, an evil killer snowman) that we wanted to establish once before. However, since these 18 was, and we therefore do not buy kontnen because of strict child protection policy in Germany, we had to rely on Patrick's adult brother, but who was long gone, and so we had the DVD with a heavy heart back to the screaming red box . reflect
On the way to the train station we made a stop in another market, before we buy without something more to the former hurried. On the toilet there, we found a very compelling graffiti on the wall outside: must
The author of this message, it is probably just a vacuum cleaner nymphomaniac
act Unfortunately it was prior to the date 10 5 and our train was at 16:57. What a shame!
We were running to our next travel, and chugged three quarters of an hour comfortably to Luxembourg City. There we ran, consumer addictive as ever, in the nearest electronics store at the train station, I evaluate this, my colleagues once wanted to show.
to the eighteenth hour, we rushed back into the high hall of the Gare du Luxembourg to the platform where our train and also above mentioned colleague, who was also staying with me, waited with his girlfriend. So we drove towards Useldange so, his girlfriend, our constant jokes and outrageous Insiderspäßchen could probably find it difficult to leave us two stops before ours. There we took another bus to Useldange, and this took a further 15 minutes. My two companions already feared that it could be as long as they would a murder victim to find in the depths of the forests in the vicinity of my village never. The evening
was actually a murderous fun, except for the unpleasant scene in the cafe, which I had already in the blog entry above described extensively. We played music and improvised three of epic black metal songs with the electrical Akustikklampfe my sister, my keyboard and my Guitar Hero drum set (which unfortunately produced only the same muffled sound and the click of the bass drums) and meaningful, profound and metaphysical texts ( which concerned, among other things screaming trolls, fairies and grandpa went) and took it on video. The records are now in a safe place (under my pillow) so that they never get to the public. But first I show you, nor my Facebook friends.
Then we danced to the sweet sounds HGich.T 's and their masterpieces "tank", "resin for", "Tutankhamen" and "Hauptschuhle" before the eyes of strangers on chat Roulette, looked away, joking around, verpeisten pizza and tofu, and visited the village. It all friends and girlfriends went merrily on and off until we were about half-2, only three of us and each other to 3 clock with absurd stories of nursing homes and heroic caretakers babbles in his sleep. At about 12 clock
moved on this day my two friends, unfortunately it back home (where, after a 4-hour odyssey across multiple buses also arrived).
We had gotten up extra early - only that this Time is not my mother stood in the doorway, but bursting riffs are ripped from sleep.
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