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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