Brats and Prejudice

I am a person with a lot of prejudices – especially when it comes to people I see on the street. I put them into boxes, judge them and imagine how their house looks.
So there is a category of German girls I call brats.It is really hard to translate, in Danish I would call them poptoes, in German I would call them Bratze. Their hair is mostly two colored and teased, their style goes three years back and they talk about boys, parties and their Facebook profile. They are somewhat ordinary, in a bad way.
Sometimes it’s fun to listen to their chats and think on the inside, I wish I was that stupid, then my life would be much more comfortable.

There is a band called Bratze. Thank you Google.

The other day one of these brats said to her friend: „I told my boyfriend that before we get married, I want us to write a letter to each other which tells how much we love each other and why. And if we ever have a huge fight, we will open them and remind each other of the reasons for our love.“ I think that’s sweet.

Everyone will at some point do something unexpected. I thank the world for that.

Getting up with the Sun

These days I get up together with the sun. I climb out of bed into what seems to be deep night, but when I leave the shower, there are already some strays of light. By leaving the house, the world wakes up, the sun still hides behind the trees. On the train I see the fields, covered with fog and pink light waking up the birds and cows standing on dewy meadows. It’s this time of the year where you start freezing, take a hat and some gloves with you, when you leave the house. The higher it rises, the sun will warm up my homeland and the past two days, we had a clear blue sky during the day. It’s so nice to be home.

Where do you hide your dirt?

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On our last train ride in India, Lexi and I jumped screaming on the seats, because we saw mice runnung around the compartment. We were so nervous that everytime something moved on the floor, we shrieked. So this morning I was standing in Berlin, waiting for the underground to arrive when suddenly I saw a mouse on the tracks. I didn’t scream, it was far away.

Everytime you get too confortable in this clean and nicely organized world, something will show you that there are some dirty corners somewhere. To me, the Indians where more sincere with their dirt, they laughed at us, when we were jumping all hysterically. Had I asked the guy standing next to me this morning if he could also see the mouse, he would have said „Uhm, no.“ and turn his head away, cause no one wants to speak with the crazy lady.

Bad Luck

There is a band called Bad Luck. I will try and listen today.

Yesterday I lived my new addiction on the train: Soduko. It catches me so much, that I forget time and space and just concentrate on the numbers. The result being, that I missed my stop, had to return to the orginal station and try and reach the next train. I failed. This resulted in me missing my hometrain by two minutes. The home train is a regional shuttle which only leaves every hour. I was freaking tired and angry, every minute is holy to me after work and spending it at a train station is really not what I had planned. So I did some slow motion food shopping, got a Döner Kebab for dinner and passed the rest of the time with Soduko. And thus I reached my village, got off the train only to notice that someone had stolen my bycicle. I go nuts! What have I done to be punished like this? It’s totally not fair. I walked home, called my mom and complained, she just said „It’s all gonna be alright“ – yea right. The walk home did me good, I liked the evening air and had the chance to reflect a bit. I hadn’t reflected for a while and it really made me see some things, I did not notice so far. So with all the bad luck and all the misery, I somehow managed to get something good out of it. I really wanted to be pissed off, now I am just tired, which is OK.

My safety moment

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This morning I left the house at 7:15 in order to catch the city train at 7:30. I am a trainee in Berlin now. My mom popped her head out of the small window above her bed in order to wave me goodbye and wish me a good day. I rang the bell on my bike and waved back at her.
In my family we like this ritual. It makes our world and life seem easy and good. A month ago it was me looking out of the window, hiding under my blanket again after my mom had disappeared behind the turn. I would catch another hour of sleep and then get to my calm and easy daily activities.
I can’t decide which part I like better.