After this weekend I've decided not to travel because the farewell party a colleague came up and I needed a quiet weekend times anyway, we decided, my roommates and I unceremoniously to organize a new German-BBQ. We had invited a few people, a small group - and most of our guests were Irish! We had (filled aluminum shell with charcoal and lighter) a couple of one-Grille and bought a lot of grilled meats and of course it was my old German duty and honor to turn everything that landed on the grill. And this had to happen quickly, without adjusting the level it is extremely difficult to serve all the chicken without black crust ...
There was then acrylamide-Wings for all ... Eating with the amounts of chips, its people, but only a drop in the ocean.
Friday and Saturday consisted of a farewell party marathon. I originally wanted Friday with a pint, I'm only after one home. Saturday I had left the farewell party, as it was light out again - in my defense: It is in Ireland earlier hell! I was on the way home, then an interesting conversation with my taxi driver who has talked to me about capitalist and communist structures in Germany ... At half past six in Ireland ... It is interesting to attempt to cross himself taxi driver secretly, if you drive to a church.
It's also funny to watch as many, especially young Irishman, think about their own country. Iren reflect more on how they are because they meet more people from abroad and are confronted more often with their own stereotypes as the deck chair-with-the-towel-reservation-German. Coupled with the Irishmen's pessimism can sometimes be self-deprecating in a sympathetic manner. Irishmen are fortunately often more open than the Germans would otherwise come across as a bit rude.
So, enough talk, here for all who are not interested in a few pictures of our Barbecue:
Irishman! Ben, Kathy, Ciara, Aoife (pronounced Eva)
My specialty: acrylamide-Wings from the aluminum grill
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