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A new week and nothing has changed. Dublin is Dublin. In winter, summer, spring, autumn. The city does not change its appearance. Clear the trees blossom and the leaves fall, but in the end it does not change leaves on the trees the city. The weather is moving in September, with the exception of the "big snow chaos", which took about two weeks, in a range of 6 ° to 16 °. The Durchschnittsire is now (that was not always so) from 9:00 bis 17:00 Clock Clock to the office and vertrinkt a portion of the money earned in the evening in the pub. Dismal you say? Right. In my opinion, the reason why many swaps (English fad for people who work given up making & Travel), which have begun to look for work and have now fly back home, but I will not presume to make a ruling. Also, I notice that Dublin is not a city in which I could live forever. There are generally just do not do much except at night to go to the pub or playing music (I've also, unfortunately, missed the beginning of the musical school year, or I should take singing lessons). I do not refer me to the (do not worry dear family), but the children who grow up here do not necessarily remain many opportunities for recreation. The church is here to provide oversight of the activities and who is not Catholic is difficult, which avoids most of these offers. The children in our neighborhood at night to burn tires and sit together on the wall and sneak cigarettes, because the government is a damn care about the next generation. Sometimes they even throw things at cars. There are several dance schools and many photographers, but apart from these activities are increasingly transformed Dublin in a city that does not offer the potential of London, but necessarily so want to be. What is lost here but one thing: communication. In the pubs, where I met some old Irishman, it has also come into the conversation. In the pubs, bars where one finds more of the younger generations communication is mostly limited to "excuse me!" and "got a smoke?". If you are now all sitting in front of your screen and think: "But the Sven, it may not yet fallen there." then you are wrong. I like this city, it has to be a little small town, even in the center. The people are all down to earth and with each other no prevailing social differences. We might speak of pub-democracy. Before the Guinness all the same. But my mind is made. I'll stay here and the weekends I would use to travel when the weather gets better. And next week's is once again in the National Museum, at the moment is a Turner exhibition. Next week gets

her to write a small Pubführer of me if I can do it, because I get German visit. Look forward to ever since then there are a few pictures. As always, I wish you a wonderful week!

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"... he was the skipper of the Irish Rover ..."

pubs themselves are often amusing places where you in the right places and right now and then Ireland would learn if you sit at the counter. Really funny but actually it is only when we meet the great passion of Ireland to bawl their folk songs arm in arm, can. One of those pubs where you can every Saturday, the Cassidy's in Westmoreland Street, in the evening heats up the atmosphere, an Irish singer. Anyone who has any Irish society wants to see celebrate that should go on a Saturday there, as well as the pub itself is a very nice spread for the middle of Dublin's unusual atmosphere. The singer is Brian Brody and who wants to lead even a Kosprobe to heart, only to: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qRiDcR1gSyM



But in contrast to the Irish flair which can be found in Cassidy's, can be found next to Ireland also Brazilian, Swedish, German, French and other nationalities in the pub, which I took as an opportunity to go through again, theoretically, that globalization is leading us in fact, Here's an example: I get up in the morning and smear me my toast with Nutella and boil my coffee. While I have breakfast I read the Gazette Giessen on the Internet and maybe add one or two articles on Spiegel.de. On the way to the bus stop and the subsequent way to work I hear a German radio station on my phone. Once at work I am helping helpless German clients with their cameras and talking with my colleagues about the news in Germany. After work, it occurs to me that I need to eat something, so I go to the market in Henry Street and buy a German friend who I have met German sausages. Then, because the Way to go, I go to Aldi and buy the missing sauerkraut. When I get a text message after dinner, I make my way and meet with colleagues on a Paulaner in a beer hall. We find that sitting at the other table also German. You come into the conversation and finally I am invited to a German evening this Saturday because the home is so far away ... No, I did not happen, but it could. I do not buy at Aldi here because there is no one around (if there is one there I would, because Aldi also is the cheapest supermarket here). Also I have been able to give quite good on grilled sausages, German beer and German sausages. The German daily newspaper, I observe it at work because no other pages are unlocked and without Nutella I'm not viable. I'm not afraid of my English skills because I'm living together with Canadians (most taxi drivers think I'm from the States ...), but you can clearly see that Europe is rapidly becoming a major pulp is, Dublin is a prime example of this . For example, I was on Friday at a house party at an Australian, on which the Germans were in the majority, then came French Canadians, and then - and two Irish people from the neighboring house. So I'm planning a few of the coming weekend in the Irish countryside to spend there and explore the area once. Let's see what is the point.

a nice week everyone!

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A water shortage in Dublin ...

sounds ridiculous ... insane - it is also, and yet it is here. The fact that the Irishman out of fear of zufirerenden tubes were for 24 hours to run the water through burst pipes enormous quantities in the ground seeped or the fact that the Irishmen were hoarding it for fear of the winter and a burst pipe, the water in the bathtub (who does not believe it can read it here: http://www.irishtimes.com/newspaper/frontpage/2010/0113/1224262211538.html )
emptied the reservoirs of Dublin, which led to many colleagues arrived for work without a shower, we disposable plates, or you had to eat in Restaurant on going to the toilet had to do without. Our house was fortunately spared, even though our district is said to be affected. The winter does so in Ireland all the work - first with a water abundance, then with a shortage of, well, thank you! At least we had not yet use the mobile toilets next to the canteen at work.

During the week I was with colleagues at Jo's Burger, one of the best restaurants in Dublin, because here you get not just any burger in any labbrigen rolls, everything is homemade. From Ketchup, on the dips to the french fries. Anyone who visited Dublin I can recommend this restaurant only warmly. It's really not just about the classical Burger (Burger, he has been in its classical form because of its size actually barely edible), but here you get the most idiosyncratic creations that taste good but all very good. For example, opt wider-made fried sweet potatoes homemade ketchup or my burger, which was covered with a special cheese and apple. Unfortunately, I have no pictures, but you can guess how much impressed me this burger, if you look at how long the section on water scarcity and how many rows, this paragraph.

Yesterday I with other Germans at the "Rock Karaoke" was. It turned out, "Rock Karaoke" is called "Metal Karaoke", but since metal brothers yes know, more tolerant of other music are as followers of other genres, people had no problem with that I mean schmaltzy standard karaoke songs from Creed and sang the Red Hot Chili Peppers. What annoys me increasingly is that here you get to know any Irishman. I've really tried, but it is also common knowledge that you can spend with Ireland but a fun evening in the pub, but that the same people who run the next night hardly recognize. Dublin also appears in this respect than other cities to be closed. But as I with my visit in early February (Luci comes again and hopefully Niki gets with you!) Will go to Galway, I'm curious whether there differences be a declaration. I would at least expect will, but let me surprise you.

Oh, here's a photo that a friend of Corinne, which was up here last week, has begun. Our family portrait.


Oh, and here's a Anlagetip for all punters (free on: "When it rains in Brazil invested in coffee"): When it snows in Ireland, is investing in water!

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Walking in the Winter Wonderland ...

This week was a very special week in Ireland. It is about 10 days, the snow here in Dublin about the longest period of snow is 30 years and 6 ° in the morning the coldest winter in at least 20 years. Of course It happened that I, if I want to again escape the German winter, this flight with quasi in Ireland. Unlike Germany, however, it is not prepared for snow because there is something else so here not to see. This then results in Dublin is that the buses any more, hospitals are flooded with people who have slipped on a sidewalk and the ankle have sprained or similar snow-related accidents of the infrastructure, because, unlike in Germany, there are here in Ireland is no spreading materials in stock and winter tires are not, of course, so the traffic was like in the last week of a single large sliding all over. Now I was allowed a week walk home from work. I could take a taxi, but most people were faster when they are gone, because the cars are actually just slipped. So I am then slid home after work about two hours. The sidewalks were crowded with people who also walked, or rather slipped, as are the bus is the only public transport by which one can move fairly reasonable in Dublin - it is missing a street or subway. The Englishmen in our team have the driving snow in recent days, of course, observed especially because they can indeed no such thing to face every day.

course, I've won the opportunity can not take and I went again last night in the city to talk to my roommates again to lift a pint, but the downtown was dead, this one had extra sand (!!!) in Temple Bar and Grafton Street paid out to to improve the running situation. The mud I do not want to have to wegschippen ...

Currently, it is of the weather is a bit quiet with me, since I do not go out unless I absolutely must. I'm known to be absolutely no winter person. That's why I'm glad that I take with the Irish summer, not more, in which it is rarely hotter than 20 degrees.

I will therefore now even after a successful food hunting again in my cave and creep continue my hibernation. Until next week!


The view from my room on the road, no longer has changed since a week ...

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Athbhliain faoi

says the Google translator, this is Gaelic for "Happy new year". I have no idea if that's true ... But in the sense again in German: A happy new year to all! I hope you are clean and not have had a good start can burn the raclette, the Aldi rockets fired by mistake the front man in the back or 0:00 clock not noticed because you have drunk too much champagne. In the event that you are now asking if this happened to me, can I answered in the negative, since: first
Raclette not seem to be known. Typical German probably.
second Fireworks are not allowed here, because the IRA it tinkered small bombs and this classic during the "Military Parade" (paramilitary Irishman on tractors) at New Year like to set fire against unpopular buildings from times when you could order online Semtex (quote - Taxi driver)
third Sparkling wine here is far too expensive!

So I knew not to clock in the evening at nine what to do. I have so summarily sent a round-SMS and ten minutes later I had a party, I could go on. I say with a Swabian, an Erin Brandenburg, a Korean and a Brazilian celebrated comfortable in small groups. Then we went late at night or in a pub, but there it was rather boring, are once more at the girls. When I went home at 3:00 clock in the morning then, it has to grab me a solid hour cost for a taxi. Because it had snowed! (The snow is still). That means everything, absolutely everything is paralyzed. You have to look seriously where to stay here when there's snow, there are no clearance vehicles. All cars were either busy or on the way home, that is out of service. Great. But then I luckily can still snap up a pair of the taxi (sometimes you just extend the elbow) and then to climb after with outstanding athletic achievements of our garden wall, I had forgotten my key. That was my New Year's Eve in Ireland. Not as bad as feared, better than last year, but not as good as many New Year's Eve, which I have previously held. In this sense, a good start into the new decade, and until next week!