... and it is not even around. Alternative title: German Railways of dooooom.
Actually, I have to go back one more week. Since I came namely in Koblenz at the dormitory, where a note to me in the eye jumped on the great spirit of "last deadline of the study certificate issued by the 15 May is". Argh shit, not again! I've already forgotten the last semester and therefore already gotten an email, but this time wanted to, which is for residential responsibility to ensure that not do this anymore. And I had stopped all extra eyes to the date so not to miss. I had totally gerkriegt the panic and I geared up, look for a new apartment. And the best part, the certificates I had left home. Really great.
Well, I had to keep trying this week. So on Tuesday morning, as always saufrüh got to be on time for the lecture in Koblenz (pass the evening It sucks, because the buses run very unfavorable). Somehow, my total displeasure have affected too much, because for the first time I've missed the train. As I stood on the platform, no one there and the station clock showed two Minutenn in later than my automobile clock. But my father erts time was right when he said "that you'll never make it." This he says is even if I over five minutes before the train on the track stand, what really is not scarce. "Then, just not today", I thought, especially since I'm only an important lecture on Tuesdays and would have missed anyway. So a day after drove away. After all, it was good, I'm on the way to Heidelberg, a former fellow student taken from me. Was nice to talk with her again.
arrived in Koblenz the comic shop was not at the station the new Berserk-band, which I found it very uncool.
But back to the certificate. On Thursday I was so very nervous before the Secretariat. I go in and said "sorry, I'm a bit late err", "oh that's OK, thank you.". How now? "It do not matter" and "thank you"? Well then, puuuhh. The fact that the hostel is right next to campus, has been its advantages, which I like to use longer ;-).
evening we went retraced. As always, I took the bus (departure 19:08) to the station and was already waiting for the few minutes late, which the IC has in principle (scheduled departure 19:48), if I am going home. But what is at the table? Damn 45 min. Great. Overall, he had 50 minutes late and then captured yet another 10min on the ride. Unfortunately this is after only one way of my reading matter dries up, so I bought some almost indiscriminate book in the kiosk. Better than dying of boredom. The delay made me fall naturally into absolute Anschlusszugsloch in Heidelberg. Since I was in fact only on after half eleven and was allowed to hang out for another half hour in Heidelberg. Around the time unfortunately, the kiosk has too, which is just fine to kill time suitable. In the meantime, I called home to be, because my father always very keen on it, drive me to the station, so I could make it this time because I did not want to find a parking space. I told him also, when exactly I'm at home, if everything goes according to plan, so they could pick me up. I really expected a call from his side, instead, I caught my slightly surprised mother, who knew nothing about it, but told me to get ready. My father, incidentally suddenly nothing known about it that I had told him one time, etc.. I find great. And so typical of him. If he can not remember, it's of course has never said.
at 23:30 was finally Zuggedöns all over for me. So that makes a journey time of about 4:30, the one with the car can create almost in half.
But my Zugodyssee not stop there. Yesterday's was a plan that is Indiana Jones 4 to look in Mannheim. Since I have a semester ticket for more here, I wanted to be honest as I am, buy me a ticket for the outward journey. As will I find myself in front of the machine at the track, my 20 € note in his hand and the thing not accept it. > Nice crap, well then just from vending machines in the train. Now guess what, the machine on the train also takes less than 20 € notes. Whatever the reason! An happiness is black drivers in the S-Bahn this made it particularly easy, a little sweat but I had already.
In Heidelberg, I wanted to meet me with my sister and take 5 minutes later after her husband's home. But this time with your ticket. I run to the first machine. Crap, all occupied. So to the next. Bestetzt again! Well, there are still some. Oh no, again. I ran back, hoping that this time, which have become vacant. Forget it. There have been formed but snakes. Well ok, we take the next train to Mannheim, we still have 5 minutes. I run back to the vending machine and JUCHHEE, he is free. And takes less than 20 € on bills. Real time now, what the fuck? Somehow I got it but then borrow with sister and still managed to run anymore.
Luckily we had still agreed to the later idea, otherwise we would have probably missed a piece of it. Just as we arrived, there Mannheim caught with the foothills of the world's end (more on that later) and it was pouring. And I still thought I'd be smart with my shorts in the warm weather. After all, my sister was thinking of a screen. Nahrungssaufnahme for something, so finally I came to enjoy the latest Indiana Jones looking part.
Now, how shall I put it. The film is mixed in my opinion fairly. The beginning was a bit of old charm, but from about half of it died down. Somehow it seemed to me as if you wanted too much. Apart from the fact: ALIEN GAAAAAH! Granted, they were not as bad as expected. But still ALIEN GRAAGHH! I can not stand it when inexplicable for the "simple" way alien is taken. And then also this ugly top variety. I hereby admit that I've ever been at a lecture by Erich von Daniken, and which was quite interesting actually. Nevertheless, this does not mean that I like aliens in connection with archeology. I can live with Federal Laden, who kill when you open everything, I can live with magic stones, I can also crusaders live, hang out for a thousand years in a cave. But with aliens I do not come clear.
And what is actually getting this destruction in the end? I really would appreciate even if the end times really get things into the museum. Poor ark, which was shown at the beginning of the film bums, in a warehouse in front of him. Very tragic.
would therefore leave the rest, I never carry out an excavation Indy ;-).
Zugodyssee And now for the third. At the train station in Mannheim we separated and zudritt drove my sister, her boyfriend and I moved to Heidelberg, where the car is my sister. The simple fact that had in the car park leave the office because it has no emissions sticker for Mannheim. Well, according to her, the doors are usually open to the parking garage and they have not needed the key. But we know that Murphy always strikes if and only if you can use the least. For example, if one has no key exception here. And so we traipsed all the way back to the main station (about 10min walk), because I thought that goes in any case a regional express at 23:05. The one I had taken the day before. Well, the failed and we had a beaten-five minutes for the next train (23:15) wait to still come home. When we started, I heard something of rail replacement bus service from one of the Stations. Ah ne is, determines the other road that branches off from there. Well, my positive thinking in honor, but most of the route we took bus.
And since it now goes to the end of the world and deserves some of the pictures, there is now a Cut.
greeted us outside the station, the first signs of the devastation. Everywhere were strewn leaves and the trees were some of the branches hang. At home I showed my mother had some pictures she had shot. Apparently I left just before the storm by train.
The huge Eishaufen before the door was still there this afternoon!
were so big the hailstones.
And a look in our yard.
And even more havoc in the city .
Just sick according to my father, my car has hail dents. The friend who was there had, in terms of happiness. If he would have left not only a side mirror. And to round to it yet further, it has been raining in my room. By a closed (!) Roof window. Somehow, the water leaked out the side and then dropped onto my bed. My mattress is still wet on a corner.
And in any case the storm was also blamed for blocking the route. And a friend who was with him, cinema, but went with another train, is no longer needed to come home and stay overnight at someone. The train line to it is now locked.
Well, and today we still want to grill. But since that involves no trains, I'm less worried.
