It’s happened to me a couple of times that I’ve had no idea when a lesson starts, so I just go early enough to make any type of good impression. Today I arrived at nine, only to - after some proper looking around, I feel I must add – found a printout that stated that my group will meet “here” at ten. Concidering this so-called prestigeous design school have three different, and perfectly accessable, medias through which they can send such information, I’m hoping this with papers on the wall – which still apparently is the most common informationflow in this school – would soon be a thing of the past, if for no reason else, then for us, who have to take a 40 min busride to the damn place, just to check that type of information.           

Anyways, it’s always a strange opportunity to have an extra early morning hour to spend in school; a place for efficiency and do-good. And I find I don’t mind at all, as I now have 45 peachy minutes to spend on my blog, reflecting on the passing events.

I went to Germany a while ago, to do proper holiday. After having had two weeks off from this school I can’t say I had earned it, but I’ll put it on future credit.

Now, did you know that the lamp button flips in the wrong direction in this country? And that the front door of a house opens inwards? In my end of the country, people where friendly, nosy and darn good at house-holding. I don’t know if it goes for the whole country, but if you’re a woman who can’t cook, bake, knit, sew, over-work your garden and keep your orchids alive you are nothing at all. With this I mean no offence to the mighty women I met, I’m just reflecting on the general impression from peeking through some windows.

During my 10 days of perfect holiday I met two pairs of parents, three siblings, a reasonable amount of friends and all the people they could possibly be dating. Let’s see, there was Johanna, Klaus, Friedrich.. uhm.. how does she spell it – Rita?, Donja, Andy, Myria, Jens, Rüdiger, Sandra, Sabine, Gerold, Silke, David, Damien, Simon, Daniela, Tobias, Noah, Ruth, Florian, Benny, Thomas, Sara, Jan, Hans-Georg, Cecilia, Johannes.. hm.. that tall, dark-haired guy, that shy, dark-haired girl, Carolus’ grandfather’s brother, his sons and Carolus’ funny neighbours. Forgive me you who are forgotten there.

The whole adventure started with a two hour car-ride with two mothers through two countries. Luckily no one expected me to do the language, so I was left to admiring the stunning surroundings. After this there was a huge family-dinner where everyone greeted me like I was a good contribution to the party, even though no-one knew me yet.. And then followed a lot of German, and it just kept going through the week. I was thoroughly surprised by my own capability of understanding most conversations, sometimes completely, other  times more randomly.. Speaking is a whole other ball-game, but I must admit, I sometimes felt like less of stranger in that country, and in that family, then I do in my own.

Now my class is starting soon, so I shall go and try to integrate. This would be the end of part one, number two will follow when time and opportunity so allows.