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Sometimes you leave. Leave the area in which you live. I am concerned at least. Many Germans. My Canadian neighbors rather less. The German Reisewut is foreign to them. And the curiosity about foreign countries and regions as well. However, I know this Lack of curiosity from Germany and many of my countrymen, it is sufficient for 3 weeks at Ballermann Mallorca to sit on or near Miami on the towel. But should not they say they Majorcan cuisine or the United States know. The Canadian counterpart is satisfied with 5 days of Disney in Orlando, from the airport to the destination and back.

My recovery needs is more of an escape. In Germany's would line up before the parvenu's currently the government and dictate as 68ers Grandpas the zeitgeist. In Canada, there are the rules, restrictions, and the do-gooders that annoy me and tell me the 365-day corset least will be stripped for 2 months.

So we head south towards. Of course, in the car, because we want to know something and not just over it wegdüsen. Otherwise you go mad like us in Chapter 2, everything looks when you look down. To the south is for us first to the north, as to leave Nova Scotia, South Shore by land to need 6 hours to the border of the United States and at first it goes to the north. At the border in St. Stephen we are known already and the green card is $ 6 fee for a few minutes in our hands.

This time we decide to Virginia and Kentucky. Because it is pouring rain through, and are we after 4 days in Virginia. Virginia Beach accurate, because the kids want to swim first time. The water is not as cold as in Nova Scotia and the sun shines. More importantly, it endeavors to us. The hosts are generous, even the boss comes and brings a new cable for the fridge. The garden may be used to connect 4 bikes on the stairs and the Zodiac boat to be stored on the picnic table. As we traveled by boat holds the Crystal Lake's look at a police boat and the officer asks for our registration number that every vehicle must have water in the United States. When he hears that we are so incredibly out of Canada to bring our boat and we think only 2 months in the country, he "can live with it, great holiday" and rush it. Virginia Beach has created clean, extremely well maintained and host a guest. The competent authority has sought and developed the area for tourism. Even the cards are "Launching" of boats, bicycle routes and hiking trails there. We understand what the cause, what a difference to Nova Scotia. Of course There's this sign on the beach use to ask for 'no obscene words "and the like. But basically everything is very relaxed. We stay 3 weeks.

go after a few detours, we in the Kentucky Mountains. We attend Tom who had invited us 2 years ago. With him are his brother, also a Vietnam veteran and some of his friends. To Washington cares to give a shit, you live as you want and whatever we do, we never hear: "That's forbidden, it's the law, Sir ...". So we shoot - eg. With various Browning on Coca-cans in the distance increases. Our Alexander, age 9, gets a lighter Browning 22 Lever Action. He blows a distance of 120 yards (110 m) around each box. My wife and I can practice on the Kalashnikov, Sveta has experience, she learned how to use it in school. We make the future of Alexander steady hand and nurture his keen eye. Also trains the responsible use of a weapon, the sense of responsibility.

Also this area is tourism developed, even though the Kentucky Mountains have a rather poor. We dive into a locally known, has for 30 years, immigrants from a Portuguese operated pizza shop to pay a preferential 16 "Pizza and forgotten. I'm Sveta pays them I'm paying. The next day my wife calls and wants to enter the credit card number. The boss said. "Yes, that happens sometimes. Credit card is too expensive, they pay next time stop "" But that's just in 2 years ...!" "Never mind, good vacation ...!" We stay for 2 more weeks.

On the way back we make a few days in Washington, DC stop, Massachusetts and New Hampshire we go again (live free or die).

course, we have no problems at the border, Canadian officials to get clear questions and clear answers. And of course I will not be so stupid and to save $ 20, to conceal something. What we have purchased in the shopping paradise USA is also given. The border officials on land, but are consistently friendly than the bang bags at airports. The stupid questions and the unfriendly tone of the Halifax-border guards are already legendary. "Welcome to Nova Scotia!"

The first impression after the border again, the bad roads. Back at the Main Street of the South Shore " I try to find out whether there is a shooting club. No. After many questions I give it to apply for a gun license: not too expensive, too complicated and for young people anyway possible. You'll also need another license to buy a weapon, the weapon must not be transported and on your property you may not shoot. All speak of the Michael Moore movie (Bowling for Columbine) and look at me in horror. I could easily be in Germany, and am not. A country of bleeding heart do-gooders (soft eggs). Too bad for Alex. Incidentally, even in Washington DC, according to statistics, the stronghold of the crime and the shoot-par, we have not seen any police officers with bullet-proof vest. In New York or Las Vegas never will. But runs at any state-sanctioned executive Uniform in Nova Scotia around with this "garment". Always.

In our absence was pure excitement in our street. The access road was at about 30 m, after several days of heavy rain, a little over knee deep in water. We no longer use the car could reach the homes and on foot would be on the property a neighbor to go. Oh my God! Any pipe so called police and firefighters and all residents were evacuated within half an hour. We see ourselves right. No one was in danger, the houses are all very high, and only in a cellar was actually water. The police threatened the residents should be handcuffed in the street to bring if they refuse. Canadians refuse, of course. Nationally, to Vancouver was "the tide" in the news and see the next day, several neighbors admire her likeness and intelligent comments in the newspaper. So far so bad. The usual cry for Foreign aid and father state, while a situation of this kind needs no police and rescue services, but a call to a company with some clothes and gravel trucks and sent a bulldozer. They came then, too, but only after all the authorities were initially involved and all had their Senf'abgesondert competent subordinates. The costs were allocated to the residents anyway. After 3 days the natives smell back. Pity I was away, or I should have been wearing for the first time in my life handcuffs. (See also here)

Now the water level is still high and we go on the lake. Alexander and I have purchased a license that allows us to move boats to Canadian waters. We have indeed done without a license already 7 years, but apparently it is safer on the water. The acquisition was a joke and the questions so simple that they are usually answered by itself. But for 40 dollars went one slip and it's even got on well. Alexander is at his age of course proud of the 8 hp jet around alone can and he does it wonderfully. He is the youngest in the area with a ticket. Our neighbor has bought a boat, very big for our lake, with 90 hp. He has time to 2010, because larger boats will be moved by more responsible people than small ones. Thus, his assumption. Aha. By this logic, one would need in Canada for a Mercedes for the time being actually no driver's license, but for a small Civic already.

do in the coming days we will explore other lakes. We have already studied the maps. But that could just as well leave too, because there is a map which reveals where you can put his boat into the water, where access roads are, how to get to a lake. The Tourism Minister is obviously a real loser. Perhaps the biggest attraction for Nova Scotia Tourists, the lakes are completely undeveloped, inaccessible, difficult or impossible to achieve. Here, too, holds that reality is not what the advertisements promise full-bodied. Particularly the elaborately designed website you should comb through the actual content. We will have to check in detective style by neighbors and locals. Just know, because no interest in other lakes, nothing.

For 2 years we have a new neighbor - an Austrian. The lady has a new house built and then rented out her basement and one in German and Swiss Cottage. So we learn from and to know new people from ancient lands. Inspired by the lake all, Bridgewater gets off his fat, however, to go shopping because nothing irritates. Overall, positive comments, à la: "For 3 weeks of vacation is wonderful, you really can relax. With few exceptions, the area is poorly developed tourism. I want to live here, but for vacation at the lake maybe I'll come back ...!"

That sounds encouraging. However, I have some detailed discussions with the temporary neighbors and they share my view that those who were rowing on the lake, not spending money in the country. If he can not know where he is? Well, a few foods in the supermarket. But Nova Scotia is more for people who want to save money. The flight, accommodation, the food. There is literally nothing that the people draws the money out of pocket. Good for your budget, bad for Nova Scotia. It could exploit this resource very different. If you wanted then, and make themselves smart would then elsewhere.

But what does it matter Competent?

Broken Viens On Side Of Chest Men

of discussions and the desire to celebrate

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I am now no longer as excited about my birthday with my children in anticipation of her birthday. But not until 12 and are 8 years old. Yesterday, at least it was once again so far. It was my day, not a round thing but a minor "Between birthday," because at least I'm over 50 Whatever the case, it was the usual question: With or without guests? In recent years we have had "substantial" or "Small" is celebrated, sometimes with a 45 guests each time with a couple. Since my wife straight in one of her "projects" plugged in and has little time, we only want Pauline and Scott invite , our neighbor couple, which we really like Moreover Scott its stand-alone, once again disappointed by the female sex, brother bring. We opt for "ocean". This is a kind of table-barbecue, a hot stone plate in a frame. Under the Stone fire fed by a 2-burner liquid fuel. The fun for everyone, especially the children, it is action and it is busy. This thing emits intense heat that heats the thirst and lifts the mood. Also, keep the preparation time is limited and there is cleaned up pretty quickly. So what you do not even in the good room, the dining room, but it remains on solid kitchen table that plugs into its rustic meal. Since the Kan a commanding and meat-eating plants are exactly the right thing. Everyone eats a little more than is good for them to waver for all totally "stuffed" back to their homes. The saying "fill from the guests, then all go home happy" so what has for itself.

Since we always are hungry for Canadian invitations home, we buy pork , beef and chicken for 1 0 people, although we are really only 5 adults. I'm trying for many years to change my environment through exemplary behavior, unfortunately, my success is zero. Specifically, because we are the guests "decent" bottle, it does not , the s we should soon expect more than fennel dip. But now let us try once in a fair description of the process such a typical event, he:

We were invited to 5 clock (Canadian Dinner Time), the score 20 minutes later. Power is nothing, finally roasted the meat j a of the guests themselves. After the usual celebrity kisses , are indeed now become so common, that is implied kiss right and left, is my birthday present (or was it vice versa?) A card in the envelope. "Happy Birthday" is pre-printed, but Pauline and Scott still have topsy written Pauline and Scott . I am delighted and I thank you profusely.

My subtle question whether someone might want a glass of sherry as an aperitif is refused with thanks, for all are awfully hungry. It's Dinner Time. We are hungry, we finally have our lunch in anticipation of today, for us late, eating pinched. So we put all the same going down and the steaks and chicken parts on the hot stones. Because the B course takes something special rates when it is "well done", that would well done, all begin to eat ever their potatoes and the vegetables. Also on the drinks you then hurl. My tentative attempt a common starting to match the occasion and after E ntfalten the cloth napkins how to achieve fails the very beginning. Meanwhile, fry the steaks and be turned off and on. Our discussions are about the weather, but probably at the weekend if the snow comes, finally, we are in April, and the question why my car so often has a flat tire. After we determine together that on the weather news is not trust and the roads are bad, blame for everything, and therefore guilty of my plates , we have the first pieces of meat to the already half learned plates. Now at last I come, because all their mouth have , to a toast to install. So I raise my glass, say something nice to thank our guests and they have accepted the invitation, I like my wife, for her love and understanding in the last year, as in many years before, and also remember not to mention that my kids make me much joy and so contribute to my happiness. Then we come to you all and continue eating. Now that we're still negotiating terms of the children of our guests and neighbors have been worked up, I try to steer the conversation on local policy. High politics, social designs or the development of theoretical educational alternatives to the existing forms of education in primary schools but our children are not particularly in demand. Even criticism of the obliteration of the main street of our village or the lack of vision the authorities of our city are not pursued. After I try a detour towards the environment and personal behavior, and Consider the conversation on literature or music directing, I adapt myself to finally and follow the conversation initiated by the women end , which is now at the newly opened Clay Cafe (Cafe sound) rotates, a painting studio where you can paint clay figures and common objects. The matters are fired there too and it is, by far, the best attraction in our town. I hope, like our guests to a success. For that reason alone because the 23 year old Daughter of our guests, the young owner, and I wholeheartedly admire their courage. I also sincerely hope that the store makes more than a year, but secretly I still doubt that I have seen no new foundation survive for long. What do I do I will. I promised the children who are thrilled to grasp once a month in your pocket and buy an afternoon at the Clay Cafe.

now all finished, and we clear up the dirty dishes and cover on the coffee things. My wife baked me a cake and which is now also, although actually have all are managed, stows away with pleasure. To me it tastes special and I am grateful and thankful that my wife, who has since also a Canadian citizen, is not as kanadisiert that she baked me a carrot cake or a Pumpkin pie has .

Inside I'm preparing now to ask before the friends to go into the living room to the gluttony and the dirty dishes to get out of sight. Moreover one in the living room can comfortably , in a chair with a glass of wine pass, to a good conversation. Does not know too demanding to be only just so, the s I have the feeling to be able to chat on my birthday something. Not because ss could I run with my wife the issues, but now and then a different voice, with other perspectives can not bad, but rather be stimulating.

But my plans do not work. Our guests want to thank the friendly and strive to the Wardrobe. It is by now already very late, about 8 clock and one should perhaps rather go to bed ... Well in any event is 5 minutes later our doorstep and we are alone. My wife sees my face: "What did you expect?" she asks, with a slightly angry tone in his voice. And I know she is angry with me, not about the score because I have still not learned me ääh to adjust my expectations enough. So I fall silent, tell me to clean up the kitchen and think. Think of an appropriate "party" for example, in Moscow. As might have been celebrated, I celebrated my really eaten and drunk, clearly very drunk. And laughed and laughed, tears laughed. And discussed. And in the morning, I mean around 3 or 4 Clock in the morning we would have fallen off the table, as we are - right into bed. And the next morning I had a thick bulb had and back pain. Sure. And exhorted the children to rest. All right. But I would have had the feeling I had lived. So really lived if you understand what I mean. And talked for a long time from the birthday party and thought for some time to them too.

In July, Then the brother of Scott's birthday. I expected no return invitation. No I did not have. But maybe he would, Curtis, as single words. ". Come, let us sit together for a beer" When I meet him he says: "I have birthday today. I'm going to Linda has the birthday in 2 days. But she has now invited to the barbecue ...." Yes, he can eat for free on his birthday and Linda has also ticked off their equal. How convenient.

Well, you can not have it all. I look forward. I wait for our next get-together with our friends. In Moscow, you are now perhaps supplement. Yes it also. But this is much closer to the family B ush right around the corner. Fischer is the third generation. Real friends. And you will not believe. It is like in Moscow. Almost. No booze , only "social drinking", and not to 3 clock in the morning, but to 12, but all and e re comes close. We laugh sometimes and yet has a nice sense of celebration. To which people actually like to think back . Or we come together with our friends and Sepideh Hadi. They're from Tehran and also think that there something, well, we say the least, is back. But we can talk cultured cook and eat together and do something together. Or Ken and Heather, our neighbors from the next street. They may have less time because they work like crazy, no wonder Ken is independent (that alone speaks for it already), but they are very open-minded and totally. An evening with the two is an absolute winner. And - it is in CANADA.

Well, there goes that. Who had thought just so that I now see everything negative, the insured is here: I also see the beautiful Sides and the positive. Only - that of course you can read anywhere. You know from the preface. There are beautiful picture books are everywhere. Only it can write them. So cheers and ..... so I'm anxious when I celebrate my next birthday. If I celebrate at all. Because really excited to see, I'm not. But that is because I do not like getting older.

And for that, the Canadians really nothing.

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Berlin quotes

Seminar on the Geography and Literature: Berlin's views. Berlin in the eye of the beholder. Voices from seven centuries.

Berlin smelt within 9 kilometers.
Carl von Linné (1707-1778)

It speaks so much of the Berliners, and their character. That is probably nothing more than the residents of Berlin. Because the real Berlin to find economical, and this city is more partly filled with foreign nationals who pose a colorful mixture.
Anton Balthasar König (1753-1814)

Berlin is a good city - excellent music, cheap lives, very decent theater, in the Bakeries many newspapers, and I read them all in turn - in short, all good, very good. - The Germans are terrible Philistine. Would be the tenth part of their rich spiritual consciousness passed into life, it would be wonderful people, yet they are, alas! A most ridiculous people! On a [inscription] is the Prussian eagle and painted him ironing Schneider, under the Schneider: Under your wings I can iron calm.
Mikhail Bakunin (1814-1876)

The Berlin is rough, quarrelsome, without sentimentality, vanity, exclusive. With Berlin and the way to Berlin all exhausted, and he does not have a scale as this. He not only knows everything, but he knows everything better, everything else is bad.
Heinrich Laube (1806-1884)

Berlin is a botanical garden, all minds are cultivated here in Germany, though not always naturally, without artifice, but in pots, with heating. Anything and everything is here dissected, bottled, preserved in alcohol.
Gustav Kühne (1806-1888)

The terrain's speculation began. Unquestionably, the calculated one, would urge the province to the capital and now this supposed huge growth requires thousands of new houses with ten or twenty thousand apartments. The building mania, this insane building mania was over Berlin. (...) It was straight on "established", which would keep the stuff. Banks with limbers buildings, mortgage banks and products, railroads and wallpaper, spinning mills and leather, petroleum and corrugated iron, steam brickworks and shipyards, construction companies, housing associations and real estate: everything not nailed- and was nailed down, "was founded." And all, all they flew into the light, and all danced in this Hetzgaloppade to the beloved golden calf, the shrewd capitalist and the inexperienced young people, the General and the waiter who the lady of the world, the poor piano teacher and the market woman there was speculation in the ticket windows and in the theater dressing rooms, in the artist's studio and home in the quiet of a scholar ...
Felix Philippi (1851-1921)

At Wannsee, I experienced a great surprise. (...) What a sight! (...) Splinter naked children, men, adolescent boys, the bigger only in swimming trunks or prebound handkerchief, women in corsets or corset and leg protectors Small - all hung around there, dived into the water and came dripping back out. A man in swimming trunks, a round hat on his head, smoking his pipe in the bath, another had kept his shirt and vest! (...) Of the at least two to three thousand people who come together here, hardly anybody to watch the other undress. No suspicious glance, no ambiguous smile, not a smile! I call that true shame! The honesty is already here, so to speak in view! I was just speechless! ... Here I was among hundreds of half naked ... on Berlin's such a beautiful summer days call the pines with their red shimmering slender trunks, climbing down to close to the lake, memories of Greek shore, an island of the blessed, where Daughters of the Hellenes during bathing fun. But it would be cruel to continue to paint the picture ... the anatomy of these working people of both sexes, a comparison with the beautiful Greek slave, and the lovely female swimmers of Greece would not stand up ...
Jules Huret (1863-1915)

Messrs. Berlin speculate with me as with a winning hen. But I do not know if I can still lay eggs.
Albert Einstein (1879-1955)

This city seems to have no soul. Maybe because I know their shape from the outside.
Halide Edip Adivar (1884-1964)

Berlin is the brain, the emotions and intuitions, desires and resentments of the German people be formulated with scientific precision and journalistic verve. The metropolis is not created: it represents. When the Berlin of the imperial period, the aggressive dynamism of the young German nationalism saber-rattling had shown to the public, so mirrored the Berlin of the early postwar years with the same scandal, the apocalyptic mood of the defeated nation.
Klaus Mann (1906-1949)

On the way to Antwerp, I passed through Hitler's Germany, where I spent a few months. I had come on foot from Breslau to Berlin. I would like to steal. A remarkable spell of me would stop. Germany inspired a Europe whole horror, it was mainly in my view, is the embodiment of cruelty. Already it was launched. Even the Linden I had the feeling to walk through a scale of bandit camp. I believed that the brain of the most conscientious citizen Berlin hide pounds of hypocrisy, hatred, malice, cruelty, greed. It dug me to be free in the middle of an outlawed people. Sure, I also stole there, as elsewhere, but I felt it a kind of embarrassment - because the attitude that dominated this action was brought here to civic virtue - an entire nation was familiar with it and pointed it towards the others. "This is a nation of thieves", I felt. If I stole this, I do nothing special, so I could distinguish myself: I obey only the general order. I destroy they do not. I do not disturb. The scandal is impossible. I fly into space. It seemed that the gods who watch over the laws, not outraged, just surprised were. I was ashamed. More importantly, I wanted to return to a country where the laws of common morality, founded on the life, are the subject of a cult. In Berlin, I chose to live, prostitution. It satisfied me a few days, then bored me.
Jean Genet (1910-1986)

past model camp for Northern Europe, now a model of Rubble, destroyed Carthage and the dwindling giant cities in the jungles of Saigon. Geology of the people, history, powers! Of hanging gardens and lions gates of gray border town, attracted by the Eastern and the Western Caravan. Dust storms in summer, head-high nettles on the sidewalks, and where once drove the sleek Transportation mowing, at night she secretly hidden in the grass for the animals kept rooms. One million man-like creatures still in the wreckage, but all without work, behind boarded windows, rats in the arcades. A community! Now in the winter evenings sometimes I walked through the snow carefully in the middle of the roads from frost and winds most of the ruins. (...) It is still winter and all hopeless. The magistrates hide themselves behind the allied dese, behind the elements, these behind the highlands of Tibet, the Dalai Lama after the uswu we go to the dogs.
Gottfried Benn (1886-1956)

The consideration of the Berlin Wall, from another point of view, which alone takes into account the proportion of this building would be surely welcome. Immediately defused the wall. By inner laughter. Destroy the wall. It is not depend more on the physical wall. It is executed attention to the mental wall, and overcome, that's what matters most. (...) Spontaneously emerging question: What being member in me or other people create this thing? How much each of us has contributed to the potency of this wall and contributes further. Every man is interested enough in the disappearance of this wall? What antiegoistische, anti-materialist, what reality according to mental training, a young man to overcome this ever? Bottom line: the wall is not important as such. Do not talk so much of the wall! Explain disappear through self-education better morale in the human race and all the walls.
Joseph Beuys (1921-1986)

I've written songs in all Western capitals and every time I reached the point where it was between me and the city no more friction. The case was nostalgic, vaguely decadent and collapsed on to the next town. Right now I am unable, in Los Angeles, New York or London or Paris to compose. Something is missing. Berlin has the strange ability to bring a to write only the important things - everything else mentioned it does not, it still remains, writes nothing.
Integrated David Bowie (1947)

in Berlin has none. Berlin is and never was a melting pot for anything. Who lives in Berlin, meets just that there are the others. (...) His return to earth one is surprised once again that will be in Berlin still each an expert in everything. But in Berlin the other, are also statements as meaningless as nowhere else suffocate the Berlin universities in their self-administration and bring forth yet modern academic models, in Berlin there is crippling subsidy mentality and yet it attracts those who are innovative . Berlin makes verbal opposition to his wall and at the same time criticized those who were doing something about it or do, it makes its pubs open throughout the night and complains about the noise. It is complaining about the noise of the aircraft and criticized, however, that gave Tempelhof to Tegel. On Berlin's lakes yachts bob up and down that are good for the oceans, its ice sailors race across the frozen Havel, as would be Mazury, and the Husky Club confuse the location of the city with the other side of the Arctic Circle. The Berlin crowd is elitist, even though it does not exist.
Reinhard Furrer (1940-1995)

Paris is always Paris and Berlin is never Berlin!
Jack Lang (1939)

Berlin is an island without gull.
Gültekin Emre (1951)

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