It’s just 9 days before I leave Europe. I don’t think I’ll have time for a proper post, considering all the 1001 things I’ve to do and that includes 3 exams next week and all that administrative shit.
I will miss:
-my hostel in Stusie
-taking the tram to school.
-walking along the long and quiet corridors of KG 1 to class.
-taking history lectures in German.
-speaking in German.
-learning history out of the classroom.
-learning about myself.
-walking in the snow and shivering under 3 layers of clothing.
-sliding on the ground covered by snow.
-settling matters on my own.
-carrying my backpack and taking trains from one city to another.
I can’t go on anymore. There are just so many things I’m gonna miss.
I cannot wait for this movie to come out. It is a story about my favorite revolutionary, if not historical figure. Yes, you got it right. It is a story about Ernesto Che Guevara.
And here is the trailer.
“We are doing everything possible to give labor this new status of social duty and to link it on the one side with the development of a technology which will create the conditions for greater freedom, and on the other side with voluntary work based on a Marxist appreciation of the fact that man truly reaches a full human condition when he produces without being driven by the physical need to sell his labor as a commodity. Man still needs to undergo a complete spiritual rebirth in his attitude towards his work, freed from the direct pressure of his social environment, though linked to it by his new habits. That will be communism”. – Ernesto Che Guevara
Trudging to the Praxis with a painful toe in the snow was no mean feat; I was limping most of the time and sliding on the icy ground, with my footing threatening to lose itself. I had an X-ray taken and all is fine. No frature or whatsoever, just a infraction of the toe. I’m cherishing my last days in Europe amidst all the load of work I’ve to finish.
15 days to go.
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I’m sick of having chided by people who think they know best and that I’d always remain irresponsible and immature. Well, fuck off because I’ve been responsible for myself for the past 4 months which I don’t think you’ll be even able to survive one week here.
You’ll see and I’ll make sure you eat your own words.
Having to write a 2500 word history essay in German is just pure madness. Writing it in English is bad enough.
Ich bin sehr tod.
This month’s gonna be all work and not much play. Well, I think I’ve traveled enough anyway. 18 cities, 10 countries. It ain’t so bad afterall.
3 more weeks and I’ll be home.
Ich kann nicht auf warten.
Hello, 2009. I’m 10 days late.
In 4 hours or so, I’ll be embarking on my Eastern Europe trip for the Christmas break. It’s gonna be quite a mad-cap adventure, considering that our planning was completely last minute and still is in tatters but we’ll improvise along the way.
I won’t be back in Freiburg till the 2nd or 3rd so I would like to write this down now, to say how much I’m grateful to be here and to the people who have made this exchange possible and in the best way one could have.
It’s been an amazing year, the best in my life thus far. I’ve met a certain baby whom I love to bits. I’ve accomplished a 9 year old dream of backpacking Italy alone. I’m here, in this continent where my interest and passion in history lie. I’m here, taking lessons and experiences to shape me for the rest of my life. With all these, it’s the best year I’ve ever had.
Before I leave, I’d like to wish everyone a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year.
I hope it could be a white Christmas in Prague.
I watched as the snow fell sporadically from the sky, disappearing almost as soon as they touched the ground. Snow flakes fell onto my hair, eye lashes and black coat as I froze under three layers of clothes. My heart’s initial panic of not having my visa extended today and missing Barcelona tomorrow as a result seemed to ease away. It was now replaced by a pang of yearn and longing for a certain baby. I wished that he was here to walk with me in the snow, holding my hand in my red glove.
The snow continues falling outside my window as I type this. It’s been exactly 3 months since I’ve been in Europe but I am still not used to nights without you by my side.
And yes, it’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas.