tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-71748768849324734242024-03-14T03:02:40.336+01:00germangreeneyedmonsterbeautiful and weird details of a life between Germany and England...100% subjectiveUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger957125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7174876884932473424.post-26395461420270852392015-02-12T09:00:00.000+01:002015-02-12T09:00:00.821+01:00In München steht ein HofbräuhausAnfang Dezember hatte ich die Chance vom deutschen Reiseveranstalter <a href="https://www.reisehummel.de/">Reisehummel</a> bekommen für 2 Nächte das <a href="http://www.hotel-am-moosfeld.de/">Hotel "Am Moosfeld"</a> in der bayuwarischen Haupstadt zu testen.<br />
So etwas lässt sich ein reiselustiger Sparfuchs wie ich natürlich nicht zweimal sagen, also wurde das Datum festgelegt, mein Mann informiert, Züge gebucht und los konnte es gehen!<br />
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Unsere Anreise von Wiesbaden, über Frankfurt mit dem ICE verlief auf die Sekunde pünktlich und vollkommen entspannt. Die lustige und trinkfreudige Damenrunde aus Soest sorgte zwar für Stimmung im Abteil und bot allem und jedem gratis Likörchen an was bei drei nicht im Gepäcknetz saß, aber mit zunehmendem Pegel wurden auch sie ruhiger und insgesamt war es eher unterhaltsam als nervig ihnen zuzuhören.<br />
Am Münchner Hauptbahnhof versorgten wir uns mit einer 3-Tages-Fahrkarte und los ging es mit der U2 direkt zur Haltestelle "Moosfeld" in Trudering. Da wir für die drei Tage nur jeweils einen Rucksack als Gepäck mit hatten, fiel so die Fahrt gar nicht weiter ins Gewicht.<br />
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Das Hotel liegt einen knapp 10-minütigen Fußweg von der Station entfernt und war leicht zu finden. Wir waren etwas erstaunt in einem solchen ruhigen Wohngebiet auf ein Hotel zu stossen.<br />
Der Check-Inn lief problemlos, unser Zimmer war zwar nicht besonders modern oder stylish aber sehr geräumig, sauber, ruhig und mit guter WLAN-Verbindung (mittlerweile eines meiner wichtigsten Kriterien, die Sucht, ich weiss...;-)).<br />
Nach einer kleinen Verschnaufspause ging es wieder zurück in die Innenstadt. Anfang Dezember bedeutete natürlich auch, dass es gar nicht mehr so richtig hell wurde. Ich hatte so große Pläne viele tolle Fotos zu machen aber bei dem Einheitsgrau ging dieser Plan ordentlich daneben.<br />
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Den Rest des Mittags/Abends verbrachten wir bummelnd zwischen Sendlinger Tor und Marienplatz. Auf dem Viktualienmarkt probierten wir uns hungrig durch alle möglichen Pesto und Bruschetta Mixe (keine Sorge, haben nicht nur geschnorrt sondern auch noch was gekauft). Am meisten faszinierte mich mal wieder das große Angebot an getrockneten und kandierten Früchten! Da waren Sachen dabei, die ich so gar nicht kannte. Mitgenommen habe ich am Ende dann eine Scheibe kandierte Zitrone sprich Citronat am Stück. Jaja, ich habe es ja bekanntlich nicht so mit Mainstream Souvenirs*lach.<br />
In der Nähe vom Odeonsplatz ließen wir uns zu einem Rauchzipfel (eine bayrische Bratwurst-Spezialität) auf dem Weihnachtsmarkt hinreißen, bei Ludwig Beck stöberten wir durch die üppige CD-Abteilung, bei <a href="http://shop.schuhbeck.de/?gclid=CJ38xOiQ1cMCFUWWtAodYTUAdA">Alfons Schuhbeck´s Gewürzladen</a> spielte ich Kaufladen und kam endlich dazu meine Vorräte an Lieblingsmischungen wieder aufzufüllen nachdem die Filiale in Frankfurt letztes Jahr leider wieder ihre Pforten geschlossen hat. Ein kurzer Blick ins legendäre Hofbräuhaus musste auch sein, waren sogar noch versucht im Andenkenladen ein Schlüsselband zu kaufen aber über 6€ war dann doch etwas zu unverschämt.<br />
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Am Ende hatten wir von Dunkelheit, Weihnachtstrubel und Nasskälte die Nase voll und verzogen uns zum guten und günstigen "<a href="http://www.der-kleine-chinese.de/">Der kleine Chinese</a>" im Tal der mir von meinem letzten München Besuch noch in Erinnerung war. Mit vollen Bäuchen ging es am Gärtnerplatz vorbei und ausgestattet mit einer Auswahl lokaler Biersorten zurück zur Bahn und ins Hotel. Später haben wir dann noch das hauseigene Schwimmbad getestet. Dieses liegt in einem Nebengebäude und damit nicht superbequem von der Erreichbarkeit her aber es ist sauber und in einem sehr guten Zustand. Nach ein paar Bahnen war unser Tagwerk getan und der Tag konnte bei schrottigem TV Programm und Bier ausklingen.<br />
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Der Tag begann mit riesiger Vorfreude unsererseits aufs hoteleigene Frühstücksbuffet. Nichts geht darüber sich morgens an einen gemachten Tisch setzen und sich bis zum Platzen vollfuttern zu können!<br />
Wir wurden auch alles andere als enttäuscht. Der Frühstücksraum war recht voll aber wir fanden noch ein Eckchen und probierten uns dann quer durch alles warme und kalte vom Buffet. Besonders bemerkenswert war die Auswahl an Teesorten, in Beuteln und aber auch lose. Mein Favorit waren mal wieder die Rauchzipfel vom Buffet. Von diesen kleinen Bratwürstchen hätte ich mir beim Rausgehen am liebsten noch ein paar in die Tasche gesteckt. Schade, dass sie jenseits des Weißwurstäquators so schwer zu bekommen sind. Apropos Weißwurstäquator - diese Spezialität fehlte beim Buffet leider gänzlich. Für mich ist dies leicht zu verschmerzen aber mein Mann hätte gerne mal ganz vorsichtig eine probiert. Naja, ein andermal vielleicht.<br />
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Gestärkt und mit offenem Hosenknopf machten wir uns auf den Weg zum Ziel des Tages - dem <a href="http://www.hellabrunn.de/muenchner-tierpark-hellabrunn/">Tierpark Hellabrunn</a>. Dies stellte sich auch als perfekte Idee heraus, verirrten sich an diesem grauen Tag doch nur sehr wenige Besucher dorthin. Auf diese Weise kamen wir in den Genuss viele Stunden fast alleine von Gehege zu Gehege spazieren zu können. Die meisten Tiere zeigten sich auch kooperativ und haben sich sehen und fotografieren lassen (auch die berühmten Eisbärzwillinge Nela und Nobby). Die vielen, teils tropischen Gebäude waren eine willkommen Gelegenheit um sich immer wieder aufzuwärmen. Leider beschlug dann auch immer gleich die Kamera so extrem, dass das Fotografieren schwer wurde (und das trotz der genialen Idee Trockner für eben diesen Zweck aufzustellen!).<br />
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Nach ungefähr vier Stunden hatten wir alles gesehen und auch so langsam wieder Hunger. Mit Hilfe diverser Bewertungsportale hatte ich mir die bayrisch/österreichischen <a href="http://www.ennstalerstubn.de/index.html">"Ennstaler Stub´n"</a> im Dreimühlenviertel ausgesucht und wir machten uns auf den Weg. Nach einem ordentlichen Fußmarsch kamen wir endlich an und dann das: Auf der Internetseite stand meines Wissens nach durchgehend geöffnet. Auf der Speisekarte am Restaurant selbst lass ich dann "keine warme Küche zwischen 15 und 17Uhr", hmmmpf. Da wir 15.15Uhr hatten, machten wir wieder wohl oder übel kehrt und nahmen den nächsten Bus Richtung Zentrum. Da will man mal alles richtig machen, was besonderes essen und dann sind die Deppen nicht fähig solch essentiellen Informationen richtig weiterzugeben (oder ich bin zu doof zum Lesen). Zur Hölle sollen sie fahren<i> (sorry, aber ich kann mich über solche Kleinigkeiten immer furchtbar aufregen und meine Rachegelüste sind nicht zu unterschätzen ;-)).</i><br />
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In der Stadt erinnerte ich mich an ein grundsolides und bayrischer als bayrisches Mittagessen das ich vor Jahren im <a href="http://www.augustiner-restaurant.com/">"Zum Augustiner"</a> gegenüber der Frauenkirche zu mir genommen hatte. Also stiefelten wir dorthin und fanden in dem riesigen und verwirrenden Wirtshaus sogar noch einen ruhigen Tisch. Da ich bei Fleischgerichten zugegebenermaßen sehr pienzig sein kann und ich auch meinen englischen Mann nicht mit zu derbem Essen schocken wollte, entschieden wir uns beide für ein klassisches Wiener (Schweine-)Schnitzel mit Salat und Pommes und einem Hellen dazu. Unglaublich wie schnell und zuverlässig hier der Service ist/war - so eine Halle voll Menschen und dann diese Organisation. Gut, anders wäre eine Gaststätte solchen Ausmaßes auch nicht zu machen. Ich war jedenfalls zufrieden mit unserem Essen und mit dem Ergebnis endlich in München auch mal was ganz typisch Münchnerisches getan zu haben.<br />
Im Anschluss wurde es leider auch schon wieder dunkel und nach etwas Schlendern ums Rathaus herum, traten wir den Rückweg zum Hotel an und ließen den Abend wieder faul ausklingen.<br />
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Nach einer weiteren Schlacht am Frühstücksbuffet packten wir unsere sieben Sachen wieder zusammen und fuhren mit einem kleinen Umweg über einen Supermarkt um uns unseres angesammelten Leergutes zu entledigen wieder ins Zentrum.<br />
Mag schon sein, dass unsere Programmgestaltung von vielen wahrscheinlich als extrem merkwürdig angesehen wird, aber ich war bereits zum fünften Mal in der Stadt und hatte damit auf das Standart Programm nicht so Lust.<br />
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In einer Fernseh-Doku hatte ich kurz zuvor vom heutigen bayrischen Wirtschaftsministerium erfahren, das sich in den Räumen der ehemaligen Kommandostelle der Luftwaffe in der Prinzregentenstraße, also einem waschechten Bau aus der Zeit des Nationalsozialismus, befindet. Gezeigt wurden bis zum heutigen Tag noch mit stilisierten Stahlhelmen und Hakenkreuzen verzierte Fensterportale und Gitter. Da ich mich sehr für die damalige Architektur interessiere, musste ich dorthin und diese unglaublichen Überbleibsel mit eigenen Augen sehen. Von der Station Lehel aus waren wir schnell am Ministerium und siehe da, die Beweise waren schnell gefunden.<br />
Faszinierend und gleichzeitig unfassbar das dies auch 2014 noch so einfach existiert.<br />
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Weiter ging es zum nächsten Baudenkmal, dem berühmt berüchtigten <a href="http://de.wikipedia.org/wiki/Haus_der_Kunst">Haus der Kunst</a> aber nicht ohne vorher noch eine ganze Weile die mutigen Surfer auf der <a href="http://de.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eisbach_(M%C3%BCnchen)">Eisbachwelle</a> zu beobachten. Ich kann mir schöneres Vorstellen als im Winter im Neoprenanzug durchs eiskalte Wasser geschleudert zu werden aber faszinierend anzuschauen ist es allemal.<br />
Da es noch früh am Tag war, zogen wir weiter durch die Maxvorstadt hin zum ehemaligen <a href="http://de.wikipedia.org/wiki/F%C3%BChrerbau">Führerbau</a> in dem heute die Hochschule für Musik und Theater untergebracht ist und das auch heute noch mehr oder weniger ausschaut als ob gleich die schwarz weiß roten Fahnen gehisst würden, gruselig.<br />
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Am <a href="http://de.wikipedia.org/wiki/K%C3%B6nigsplatz_(M%C3%BCnchen)">Königsplatz</a> lassen wir uns brav durch die geschichtliche Informationstafel und mir lief es kalt den Rücken runter wenn ich mir versuchte vorzustellen was sich dort in den 30er und 40er Jahren alles abgespielt hatte. Irgendwie hatte ich bisher bei NS-Architektur immer vor allem an Berlin und Nürnberg gedacht, nun weiß ich das auch München eine immer noch erschreckend große Fundgrube darstellt.<br />
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So langsam wurden die Füße wieder müde, die Hände kalt, der Rucksack schwer, die Blase voll und der Kaffedurst groß. Typisch Deutschland war es gar nicht so einfach einen Coffeshop zu finden, erst am Hauptbahnhof hatten wir Glück und pausierten im überteuerten Coffee Fellows.<br />
Da wir immer noch genügend Zeit bis zur Rückreise hatten <i>(wie immer, wir sind immer und überall zu früh)</i> marschierten wir weiter Richtung Theresienwiese zum alternativen <a href="http://www.tollwood.de/">Tollwood Weihnachtsmarkt</a>.<br />
Alleine der Location wegen fand ich diesen Abstecher schon spannend da es interessant war das Areal des Oktoberfestes mal in echt zu sehen und ein Gefühl für die Ausmasse zu bekommen. Hierzu muss gesagt werden, dass ich noch nie auf dem Oktoberfest war und wahrscheinlich auch nie hinfahren werde. Die Idee es einmal gesehen zu haben und endlich einen Grund zu haben sich ein Dirndl zu kaufen ist zwar schon irgendwie verlockend aber die Aussicht auf tausende Besoffene macht mir persönlich so eine riesige Angst, dass es alles andere überlagert.<br />
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Der Weihnachtsmarkt fand in mehreren großen Zelten und dem Bereich dazwischen für die Essenstände statt und war nett gemacht. Viel Kunsthandwerk, viel originelles und vor allem mal ganz andere Sachen als auf gewöhnlichen Weihnachtsmärkten. Ich sage es jetzt mal ganz arrogant so: Wenn man wenig rumkommt und meist auf herkömmlichen Weihnachtsmärkten unterwegs ist, dann ist das hier sicherlich eine tolle und ganz und gar neue Erfahrung. Wenn man jedoch auch regelmäßig auf den Märkten wie z.B. Camden und Spitalfields in London unterwegs ist, dann braucht es doch noch mehr um einen mal so richtig vom Hocker zu reißen und zum Kaufen zu animieren. Sei´s drum, ich fand es trotzdem sehenswert und war zufrieden doch noch früh gewesen zu sein da es sich zusehends füllte und wir mit unseren Rucksäcken langsam aber sicher zum Verkehrshindernis wurden.<br />
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Damit war auch der Punkt erreicht an dem wir müde wurden und genug Eindrücke gesammelt hatten - die eine Station zum Bahnhof fuhren wir mit der U-Bahn, das Ticket muss schliesslich ausgenutzt werden, um dort mit einem stilechten Leberkäs-Brötchen von Bayern Abschied zu nehmen. Die Rückfahrt über Mannheim und Mainz verlief ebenso reibungslos und überpünktlich wie auch die Hinfahrt und glücklich und zufrieden trafen wir abends wieder in Wiesbaden ein.<br />
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Als erstes möchte ich mich noch einmal ausdrücklich bei <a href="https://www.reisehummel.de/">Reisehummel</a> für dieses großzügige Angebot bedanken! Wir hatten eine tolle Zeit in München und werden auch zukünftig immer ein Auge auf die vielen verlockenden Kurzreiseangebote auf der Seite haben um vielleicht das ein oder andere Schnäppchen machen zu können!<br />
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Mit unserem Hotel "<a href="http://www.hotel-am-moosfeld.de/">Am Moosfeld</a>" waren wir insgesamt sehr zufrieden, vor allem die Größe des Zimmers und die Auswahl des Frühstücksbuffets haben uns positiv überrascht.<br />
Etwas ausserhalb gelegen ist es gerade für Autofahrer und Messebesucher sicher ein super Hotel das eine problemlose Anfahrt und viele Parkmöglichkeiten garantiert.<br />
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München an sich ist immer eine Reise wert - für mich ist es jedoch eine eindeutige Sommerstadt!<br />
Ich will den Englischen Garten genießen können, will Eiscafés, Biergärten und von einem schattigen Plätzchen aus die Menschheit beobachten können und etwas vom Tag haben. Und gescheites Licht für gescheite Fotos.<br />
Trotzdem: eine gelungene Reise :-)<br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7174876884932473424.post-59191528321687508222015-02-10T09:30:00.000+01:002015-02-10T10:11:36.424+01:00memento moriLast Sunday I went on my very first safari with one of the London photography groups organised through meetup.com. The weather was it's usual self as it was gloriously sunny the day before and after but what can you do, at least it wasn't raining and I was only nearly freezing to death!<br />
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So here are some of the photos I took on fascinating Kensal Green Cemetery <i>(some of you will probably not understand why I picked another cemetery but I like the places, I just can't it)</i><br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7174876884932473424.post-66885971990997591102015-02-04T15:49:00.000+01:002015-02-04T15:49:00.088+01:00Vielleicht morgen<b>Autor: </b>Guillaume Musso<br />
<b>veröffentlicht:</b> 2014<br />
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<b>Inhalt:</b> <i>Emma lebt in New York und hat ihre letzte Trennung noch immer nicht verwunden. Matthew kümmert sich in Boston allein um seine Tochter, seit seine Frau bei einem Autounfall ums Leben kam. Beiden hat das Schicksal übel mitgespielt. Doch dann macht Matthew auf einem Flohmarkt eine Entdeckung, die die Leben der beiden verbindet – und grundlegend verändert ... </i><br />
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<b>was mir gefallen hat:</b> Das Buch hat mich in Windeseile in seinen Bann gezogen. Auch wenn ich zuerst dachte Story als auch die Charaktere seien ziemlich vorhersehbar und konventionell so konnte ich es kaum noch aus der Hand legen. Vor allem als die Handlung begann merkwürdig und damit auch spannend zu werden...<br />
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<b>was mir nicht gefallen hat:</b>...auch wenn es spannend bis zum Schluss blieb - die Handlung kulminierte in einem derart hanebüchenen Konstrukt das mir ein großes Stück vom Lesevernügen doch versaut hat. Viele Fragen werden aufgeworfen und vom Autor nicht mehr beantwortet, mit Logik braucht man es erst gar nicht mehr versuchen.<br />
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<b>Fazit: </b>Ich hatte die 480 Seiten in drei Tagen verschlungen und fand die Lektüre wirklich spannend und die investierte Zeit wert aber nach dem doch extrem konstruierten Ende bleibt leider ein leicht schaler Nachgeschmack. Super zu lesen aber im Endeffekt doch eine krude Mixtur aus Jojo Moyes und "Gone Girl". Es schreit danach (schlecht) verfilmt zu werden, ich bin gespannt.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7174876884932473424.post-40001150375733407212015-01-31T09:48:00.001+01:002015-01-31T09:48:05.229+01:00karma chameleon<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I´m not normally a person lamenting and moaning a lot about how many things in life go wrong and how unlucky I am. <div>
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<li>found out that my bank soon will charge for paper bank transfers - just after I fought with them for weeks in order to get send new pre-printed forms. Well, can bin them now :-/</li>
<li>in England supermarket chain Waitrose won´t give out free coffees in the cafeterias for loyalty cardholders anymore - so far I used this a lot and it saved me an awful lot of coffee money, bastards! Don´t introduce a scheme like that to axe it again after a couple of years.</li>
<li>had sort of an argument with my closest friend</li>
<li>missed the opportunity to meet up with another friend </li>
<li>a blogger meetup I wanted to attend in Wiesbaden was cancelled</li>
<li>a patisserie in Frankfurt I loved the look of for years and wanted to finally go to next Monday to buy something has closed down</li>
<li>my favourite Thai bistro in Frankfurt has re-decorated and changed the menu (and the prices, of course) which upsets creatures of habit like me</li>
<li>and the highlight: got a 50€ note stolen out of my wallet in a restaurant and ended up having my friend paying for me while I searched like an idiot...humiliating</li>
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I know, I´m still lucky as those are all very much first world problems but still - it can only improve again from now on I hope. </div>
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Have a nice weekend everyone and take care of all your belongings :-)</div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7174876884932473424.post-772337929724461372015-01-26T09:47:00.001+01:002015-01-26T09:47:21.985+01:00times are a changinIn case you wondered (and I do hope that you have): I am still alive and kicking!<br />
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And it´s not so much the grey weather/cold/general depression syndrom that got me (and according to my feed many others as well) under it´s spell, quite the opposite.<br />
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At the moment I´m sitting down doing a lot of thinking and tinkering as I soon will be starting a second blog<i> (actually thinking about a third one as well but let´s not jump ahead of myself)</i> that will obviously influence the content of this site as well. I´m just feeling it is time to move on and I´m feeling highly motivated!<br />
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Until then it will remain fairly quiet here unfortunately - bear with me.<br />
Wishing you all a great week and thank you for reading :-)<br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7174876884932473424.post-21171951563373777382015-01-03T13:07:00.002+01:002015-01-04T11:04:18.105+01:00A Streetcar Named Desire<b>theatre:</b> Young Vic, London<br />
<b>author: </b>Tennesse Williams<br />
<b>director:</b> Benedict Andrews<br />
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<b>plot:</b> <i>Faded Southern belle Blanche DuBois comes to visit her pregnant sister in a seedy section of New Orleans. Stella's boorish husband, Stanley Kowalski, not only regards Blanche's aristocratic affectations as a royal pain but also thinks she's holding out on inheritance money that rightfully belongs to Stella. On the fringes of sanity, Blanche is trying to forget her checkered past and start life anew. Attracted to Stanley's friend Mitch, she glosses over the less savory incidents in her past, but she soon discovers that she cannot outrun that past, and the stage is set for her final, brutal confrontation with her brother-in-law. </i><br />
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<b>what I liked:</b> I´m not usually a fan of seeing theatre on stage but as I couldn´t get a ticket for the real thing this was the best option. All actors were good and through the contantly revolving stage in the middle of the audience you were pulled in the action from the very beginning and fortunately the characters didn´t get overpowered by the set design. Gillian Anderson was the perfect Blanche - childish, annoying, seductive, out of touch with reality and needy - a Carrie Bradshaw who has lost grip of her life.<br />
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<b>what I didn´t like:</b> Gillian Anderson surely was terrific but her high pitched whiny Southern singsong got a little bit annoying after a while.<br />
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<b>verdict: </b>Although it is quite a long and exhausting play I never drifted away and enjoyed it a lot. Brilliant evening in cinema that could have only be topped by an evening in theatre.<br />
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<li>find a yoga drop-in class in England to stretch those aging muscles again...and to build a closer bond to my English home<i><b> (--> well, the spirit is willing but the flesh is weak. Last week I signed up for a free sort of gym membership which includes access to yoga and aqua fitness classes)</b></i></li>
<li>take part in the <a href="http://shine.cancerresearchuk.org/">London Shine</a> marathon to support Cancer Research UK again...walking 42km through London at night in September<i><b> (--> I chickened out as the prospect of walking through London all night and on my own suddenly terrified me, feeling very embarrassed about this)</b></i></li>
<li>to go to a professional bra fitting and from then on only wear bras
that do fit (sounds silly but I think it is a rather sensible decision)<b> <i>(--> I didn't actually get my tits out for the lady with the tape measure but I spend some serious time in M&S changing rooms and think I have found my current holy grail now)</i></b></li>
<li>travel more<i><b> (--> I doubt one can ever travel too much and there is always room for improvement and bolder choices but compared to many others I have seen a fare bit this year)</b></i></li>
<li>read one proper book in French<b> <i>(--> does getting it out of the bookshelf and placing it on my desk count?)</i></b></li>
<li>meet new people to broaden my horizon and "refresh" my circle of friends <b>(--> hmm, easier said than done but I tried)</b></li>
<li>keep on consuming as much theatre, concerts, exhibitions, books, albums, films as possible<b> <i>(--> check! Although I didn't read anywhere as much as I wanted to)</i></b></li>
<li>the same as the last years (make my mind up when it comes to family
planning, getting the second tattoo, do some university work, support
smaller shops/cafes, shop less) <i><b>(--> more clueless than ever when it comes to the baby question, still determined to get that tattoo but cannot decide on a studio, as lazy as ever when it comes to studying, definitely tried to support smaller shops whenever possible and have shopped significantly less as I'm simply not that bothered about it any more)</b></i></li>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Sounds pretty sobering to list it all up like this but I still don't feel as if I have failed this year. I have done lots, I have seen lots, I have felt lots and apart from the odd tantrum I was happy and the year went bu way too fast.</span><br />
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<u>2015 I want to:</u><br />
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<li>get to know more people, especially in England, and dump more of the energy vampires</li>
<li>get the paint out and attend at least one life drawing class again</li>
<li>take part in the London Shone marathon to support Cancer Research UK, no more excuses</li>
<li>try out the yoga and the aqua fitness classes I now have access to</li>
<li>get my website sorted out and somehow move on with my photography, no idea in which direction this will take me yet</li>
<li>not get lost on bild.de or dailymail.co.uk in the late evening and scare myself sleepless reading about the end of the world, the sickening cruelty of people and general ignorance</li>
<li>no more drugstore shopping for a bit of fun, I own more than I will ever use up already</li>
<li>be as active, restless and open-minded as possible - books, shows, films, music, art, countries, people, bars, restaurants - here I come!</li>
<li>get that second tattoo (yawn), freshen up my French (yaawn)</li>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7174876884932473424.post-55627997586605430392015-01-01T10:37:00.001+01:002015-01-01T10:37:52.684+01:00Wir sind die Neuen<b>Regie:</b> Ralf Westhoff<br />
<b>Jahr:</b> 2014<br />
<b>mit:</b> Gisela Schneeberger, Heiner Lauterbach, Michael Wittenborn, etc.<br />
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<b>Inhalt: </b><i>Die junge Studenten-WG lebt ein pflichtbewusstes Leben in Ruhe, Ordnung und Sauberkeit. Die Idylle findet ein jähes Ende, als drei Endfünfziger aus Geldmangel und Nostalgie ihre ehemalige Studenten-WG wieder aufleben lassen - einen Stock über den Jungen. Bald kracht es zwischen den WGs gewaltig: Während die entspannten Oldies nachts Rotwein schlürfen, philosophieren und alten Hits lauschen, müssen die Youngster fürs Examen pauken. Die Generationen zoffen sich und merken nur langsam, dass sie auch voneinander profitieren könnten...</i><br />
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<b>was mir gefallen hat;</b> Die drei "Alten"<i> (Heiner Lauterbach als Rentner, ich werde alt!) </i>geben ein wunderbares Gespann ab, wie Feuer und Wasser und gleichzeitig vertraut wie ein altes Ehepaar. Gerade der charmant verpeilte Rechtsanwalt Johannes hatte alle meine Sympathien direkt auf seiner Seite, ich wäre sofort mit ihm Frisbee spielen gegangen :-) Das offene Ende fand ich gelungen, soll ja auch eine Komödie und kein Drama sein.<br />
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<b>was mir nicht gefallen hat:</b> Die drei "Jungen" hingegen sind so unglaubliche fiese Kotzbrocken, dass ich im Laufe des Filmes gar keine Annäherung sehen mochte. Fand beide Seiten in der Hinsicht zu wenig ausbalanciert.<br />
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<b>Fazit:</b> Zu recht einer der Erfolgsfilme des Jahres 2014, ein angenehm leiser Vertreter der Gattung deutsche Komödie. Erschreckender- aber nicht überraschenderweise musste ich mal wieder feststellen, anscheinend so gar nichts mit der "Jugend von heute" gemein zu haben sondern im Herzen wohl doch eher ein Alt-68er zu sein.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7174876884932473424.post-43512924347365772132014-12-31T23:32:00.002+01:002015-01-01T23:57:23.755+01:00Auld Lang Syne 2014<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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22 books read<br />
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52x been to the theatre<br />
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35 films watched (15 of which in cinema)<br />
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listened to 4 concerts<br />
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3 weddings attended and photographed<br />
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0 funerals<br />
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18 flights<br />
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5 hair cuts <br />
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0 visits to the doctor<br />
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2 wonderful blogger blind dates<br />
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got chatted up 1x<br />
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1 British <a href="http://germangreeneyedmonster.blogspot.co.uk/2014/09/god-save-king.html">crownprince</a> met (apart from that met Jimmy Page, Graham Suggs McPherson, Paloma Faith, Hugh Dennis, Ray Davies, Greg Davies)<br />
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4 babies born to people I care about<br />
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slept in 10 different beds<br />
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5 nights spent in a tent<br />
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211 blog posts published<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i>Thank you for reading and wishing you all a happy, healthy and inspiring 2015!</i></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7174876884932473424.post-59502242386741061242014-12-27T18:23:00.001+01:002014-12-27T18:23:13.097+01:00the sound of silenceIn case you wonder why it is so quiet here over the last days/week - no, it´s not that the Scrooge that I am has suddenly become all festive and is celebrating a lot. No way. No hope there.<br />
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The reason behind my muteness is...I´m just not getting anything written.<br />
I have plenty of time, more than enough ideas and topics for posts, but: everytime I sit down to blog and open the website I just end up playing Candy Crush...for hours...( level 543 doesn´t happen on its own you know)...or get distracted/annoyed by my husbands need for tv...or decide I should make some tea...or eat some chocolate...or get a message on Facebook...or or or...procrastination. I´m so good at it that it even stops me from doing this I actually enjoy!<br />
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When suffering from writer´s block it is usually recommended just writing anything to fill this awful blank sheet/page will help.<br />
So read this and understand it as my first step towards eloquence and speech diarrhoe again.<br />
See you again soon!<br />
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<i>PS: The photo has been put onto here just as I know how much more readers can be attracted with random cat content, it´s me being calculating :-)</i>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7174876884932473424.post-76213146578637093232014-12-23T15:41:00.000+01:002014-12-23T15:41:00.683+01:00The Out of Towners <b>director:</b> Arthur Hiller<br />
<b>year: </b>1970<br />
<b>with: </b>Jack Lemmon, Sandy Dennis, Sandy Baron, Paul Dooley, etc.<br />
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<a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0066193/"><b>plot: </b></a><i>George and Gwen Kellerman live in the small, quiet town of Twin Oaks,
Ohio. George has a strong
sense of what is right and wrong, especially as it applies to himself
and Gwen, but he still looks to her for validation. Working for a
plastics company, George believes he is a shoo-in for the company's
Vice-President of Sales, New York Division job, a position located in
New York City. George is looking forward to their future life in New
York City, with all the amenities and benefits living in the big city
has to offer. For George's 9 am interview, George and Gwen plan on
taking a flight that lands in New York at 8 pm the evening before, which
gives them time for dinner at New York's finest restaurant, The Four
Seasons, and a comfortable night's stay at the Waldorf-Astoria Hotel
before the interview. But nothing on this trip goes according to plan.
In fact, what can go wrong, does...</i><br />
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<b>what I liked:</b> It is funny, it is good entertainment and stylish in it's own 1970 way.<br />
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<b>what I didn't like: </b>The open end was slightly dissatisfying (a hijacked plane isn't overly hilarious nowadays again) and Sandy Dennis as has one of those faces I constantly wanna slap which isn't best.<br />
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<b>verdict: </b>I was really excited to finally watch this one as the 1999 remake of it
starring Steve Martin and Goldie Hawn is one of my all time favourite
films. As I have seen the remake first and love it this one didn't have an easy start. It is funny, I enjoyed the more subtle humour but it doesn't have that constant firework of jokes the remake has in my opinion. Still very worth seeing!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7174876884932473424.post-10158694539894995132014-12-18T09:31:00.002+01:002014-12-18T09:31:48.192+01:00Querbeat<b>Musikalische Leitung:</b> Sebastian Hernandez-Laverny<br />
<b>Künstlerische Leitung:</b> Axel Goldbeck<br />
<b><a href="http://www.staatstheater-mainz.com/web/veranstaltungen/oper/querbeat">Theater</a>:</b> Staatstheater Mainz<br />
<b>Premiere:</b> 21.11.2014<br />
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<b>Inhalt:</b> Nüschts - ist als "Abend mit Sängern, Schauspielern und dem Philharmonischen Orchester Mainz" tituliert.<br />
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<b>was mir gefallen hat:</b> Mixe populäre Titel aus der Klassik mit Pop, lasse eine Ballerina singen, Opernsänger headbangen, einen Bratscher swingen und orchestriere Popsongs mit großem Orchester - da kann eigentlich nix schiefgehen.<br />
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<b>was mir nicht gefallen hat:</b> Eigentlich...von musikalischer Seite her tut es das auch nicht aber der rote Faden! Ok, bei einem Konzert muss es keinen zwingend geben aber hier haben wir es mit einem äußerst merkwürdigen Mischwesen zu tun. Es gibt einen "Kellner" der die Moderationen abliest (!!!) und ganz lose versucht die Überleitungen einzufädeln und gleichzeitig Witzchen zu machen. Kann er leider beides nicht, es wirkt gequält und peinlich. In einer Fastnachtshochburg wie Mainz wird es doch wohl möglich sein da jemanden mit mehr Esprit zu finden, oder?<br />
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<b>Fazit: </b>Ein netter Abend den ich mit einigen Ohrwürmern verlassen habe, trotzdem wäre da viel mehr drin gewesen! Schon drollig wenn ein 70+ Publikum zu Rihanna mitklatscht und Meat Loaf als "modern" tituliert...<br />
Auch wenn mich der fehlende Humor wahnsinnig gestört hat - spätestens beim Opernhünen der sein langes Haar zu Metallica geschüttelt hat, war es um mich geschehen.<br />
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<i>Und wer nun Interesse bekommen hat (und über ein wenig Zeit verfügt) - hier ein Video nach dem man eigentlich schon alles nennenswerte gesehen hat (nach ca. 4 Minuten geht´s los)</i><br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7174876884932473424.post-16825401741739681742014-12-17T15:53:00.001+01:002014-12-17T15:53:26.898+01:003 days in Stockholm (part 3)and now finally the last batch of photos taken during our recent short trip to the beautiful Swedish capital. Most pictures are showing the old open air museum <a href="http://www.skansen.se/de/kategori/deutsch?gclid=CJTwhsupzcICFQHMtAodl0IANw">Skansen</a> which is definitely worth the visit even in colder weather. So looking forward to return in summer one day!<br />
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have a look <a href="http://germangreeneyedmonster.blogspot.de/2014/11/3-days-in-stockholm-part-2.html">here</a> and <a href="http://germangreeneyedmonster.blogspot.de/2014/11/3-days-in-stockholm-part-2.html">there</a> for more photosUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7174876884932473424.post-58226475272219028252014-12-16T15:20:00.000+01:002014-12-16T15:20:02.591+01:00Paddington<b>director:</b> Paul King<br />
<b>year:</b> 2014<br />
<b>with:</b> Hugh Bonneville, Sally Hawkins, Nicole Kidman, Julie Walters, etc.<br />
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<b><a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1109624/">plot: </a></b><i><a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1109624/"></a>A young Peruvian bear with a passion for all things British travels to
London in search of a home. Finding himself lost and alone at Paddington
Station, he begins to realize that city life is not all he had imagined
- until he meets the kindly Brown family, who read the label around his
neck ('Please look after this bear. Thank you.') and offer him a
temporary haven. It looks as though his luck has changed until this
rarest of bears catches the eye of a museum taxidermist.</i><br />
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<b>what I liked: </b>London! How can you not be enchanted by this pretty Notting Hill neighbourhood and the nocturnal city scapes. All characters are charming in their own ways (thumbs up for Lord Grantham wearing a dress!), especially Mr Gruber in his magical shop on Portobello road (I really want this tea train!).<br />
I loved the slightly "Amelie" like narrative including little collages of flashbacks and the doll house views of the magnificent house.<br />
The scene that showed Mrs and Mr Brown turning up on their motorbike at the maternity ward ready to give birth stroke a chord with me. They go in as a fun and reckless couple and come out as overcautious bores...well, here it is, one of my biggest fears in life shown to me in a childrens film...<br />
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<b>what I didn't like:</b> As feared before, for me there was too much action again. A grumpy neighbour and the daily madness London is would have been exciting enough in my opinion, why include that evil taxidermist? Why chasing around the Natural History Museum?? The story about Paddington's home being destroyed and his uncle dying really upset me (and the little girl sitting behind me), I'm obviously getting to old for those PG rated films :-/<br />
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<b>verdict: </b>Overall lovely but without the good vs. evil plotline it would have been much more charming.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7174876884932473424.post-75359835760535344662014-12-15T09:42:00.000+01:002014-12-15T09:42:43.216+01:00sprouting desiresOn my last wander through Brighton I did something quite out of character for me - I went into<br />
<a href="http://www.claires.co.uk/">Claire´s</a> and looked through their "so ridiculous and over the top that I start liking it again"- christmas collection. There I spotted these:<br />
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Large dangly Brussels sprout earrings.<br />
(you remember, <a href="http://germangreeneyedmonster.blogspot.de/2011/12/smelly-sprout.html">Brussels sprouts</a> belong to UK Christmas as potato salad with sausages to a German one)<br />
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I really wanted to have them as I love green, like sprouts, adore everything unusual and enjoy any form of provocation.<br />
But then rationality jumped in and thought "No, you will never wear them. Search online for alternatives". So I did and found those babies <i>(is there really anything you cannot find online these days?)</i><br />
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Cute and dainty little sprout studs from <a href="http://www.bytheshed.co.uk/">by the Shed</a>.<br />
I love them!<br />
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PS: But on the Claire´s website I now have seen this fascinator and really, really, really want it...not so sensible after all...<br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7174876884932473424.post-71025459474797186232014-12-14T16:44:00.001+01:002014-12-14T16:44:39.174+01:00everyday (part 46)<i style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, FreeMono, monospace; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.4799995422363px;">one first time each and every day - a new taste, a new experience, a new route, a new song, a new whatever. </i><br />
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<span style="color: #6aa84f;"><u>13. - 19. November</u></span><br />
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13.11. first time baked scones at home - it's remarkably easy so will never buy any anymore<br />
14.11. watched "<a href="http://germangreeneyedmonster.blogspot.de/2014/12/swinging-with-finkels.html">Swinging with the Finkels</a>" and thought it was rubbish<br />
15.11. learned a new word while queuing at the garden center cafeteria which had some incredibly bad service - gormless<br />
16.11. had a proper day out at <a href="http://www.zsl.org/zsl-whipsnade-zoo">Whipsnade Zoo</a> - and found out that the funny animals that I so far only lovingly called "pissy things" are called <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mara_%28mammal%29">maras</a><br />
17.11. had a Costa Coffee gingerbread latte in Brighton and was fascinated by the cute star shaped sugar flakes on top of the cream<br />
18.11. first time visiting the Odeon cinema in Kingston in order to watch "<a href="http://germangreeneyedmonster.blogspot.de/2014/11/the-imitation-game.html">The Imitation Game</a>"<br />
19.11. had the trip from hell trying to get from Heathrow to Covent Garden on the tube in time for my hair dressing appointment - ended up walking around Isleworth cluelessly and arrived 45minutes late, there is nothing I hate more!<br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7174876884932473424.post-46181222770749957282014-12-13T13:52:00.001+01:002014-12-13T13:52:27.558+01:00diamonds are foreverIn March this year I went swimming in Wiesbaden together with my husband as we regularly do during the colder months.<br />
While I make a point of always taking off my engagement and my wedding ring off I never worried about my dainty white gold necklace with the small diamond pendant.<br />
A present my husband gave me earlier on in our relationship, the necklace was still very new as I had managed to rip the old one.<br />
When leaving the pool I suddenly noticed that the necklace was broken again (without me doing anything!) - it was liying on my shoulders...without the diamond.<br />
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We had a quick look on the floor but looking for a 7x3mm large item in a large swimming pool full of people is equal if not worse than the search for the proverbial needle in the haystack.<br />
We left feeling quite down. I tried not to get upset as there is really no point in worrying about something material but still, the mood was spoilt.<br />
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In the following week I exchanged some mails with the thermal bath in case something was found but as expected, nothing.<br />
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This week now we went swimming again.<br />
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In the pool I re-arranged my swim suit as you do and felt something unusual, what can I say, between my legs. It was small, hard<i> (I will get some very interesting traffic here soon I´m sure)</i> and I first thought it might have been an earstud that somehow got caught there.<br />
Then I realised it.<br />
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My diamond pendant had got stuck between the fabric and the liner of my swim suit!<br />
Was with me all the time!!<br />
Survived another pool, several rounds of breast stroke and two washes!!!<br />
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I told my husband, he had a feel (isn´t it good no one really sees what is going on under the water surface sometimes?!) and I carefully retreated to the changing room to get my treasure back and store it safely like Gollum.<br />
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Even though I´m an atheist you sometimes really wonder...I mean, how high was the chance for this to happen?<br />
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We left exhilarated and happy.<br />
And are looking for a hopefully much stronger necklace now.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7174876884932473424.post-17779957221013711082014-12-12T13:30:00.002+01:002014-12-12T13:30:48.873+01:00Swinging with the Finkels<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b>director:</b> Jonathan Newman</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b>what I liked:</b> Hmm, let me think. The apartment the protagonists Alvin and Ellie live in is stylish. It is set in London...and I </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b>what I didn´t like:</b> Well, were to start? The film is a remake of a short film which means: the plot is enough for maybe 20min, to make a full-length film out of that is just boring and tedious.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">The jokes are pretty much all on level with "American Pie" so (fortunately) made me not laugh even once. Not a single cliché gets left out and on top of all that: Why that mix of nationalities in the cast? London for sure is a cosmopolitan place but this is just not credible.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b>verdict: </b>Well, it looks and feels like your typical and much beloved Richard Curtis rom-com to start with but quickly leads into embarrassement, boredom and finally a soulless and glutinous happy end. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">If you can laugh about well-lubricated cucumbers shooting out of vaginas in the moment the parents walk in the bedroom then this might be for you<i>...I really hope you don´t.</i></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7174876884932473424.post-63986096641221672702014-12-07T16:36:00.000+01:002014-12-07T16:36:00.529+01:00question time 9<span style="font-size: small;"><b><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; line-height: 23.8px;">What lifts your spirits when life gets you down?</span></b></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: small; line-height: 23.8px;">A long walk, a hot bath, tea, sleep.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; line-height: 23.8px;">Have you ever regretted something you did not say or do?</span></b></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: small; line-height: 23.8px;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;">My greatest fear is <span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;">me or any of my loved ones becoming incurably ill. <span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;">Unfortunately it </span>has come true. I'm comforting myself <span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;">with the thought that </span>"What doesn't kill you makes <span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;">you stronger" is true after all.</span></span></span> </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: small; line-height: 23.8px;">Sitting at my grandparents table, drinking <span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;">tea, getting read stories by my granny and drawing pictures meanwhile with my big box of <span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;">C</span>rayolas. Hundreds of drawings and paintings were created during those <span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;">afternoons. <span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;">Me feeling protected, cherished, <span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;">without any worrie<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;">s</span></span> and trusting everyone 100<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;">%.</span></span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: small; line-height: 23.8px;">What good is one <span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;">without the other<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;">?</span></span></span><br />
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Nothing new there. The thing that amused, confused and astonished my husband was this:<br />
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All those crazy Germans were waltzing. Proper ballroom dancing. Nearly as if they would have been magically transported to the Vienna opera ball.<br />
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For me this sight wasn't unusual. Here in Germany it still is more or less the norm to attend ballroom dancing lessons during the teenage years (which in many cases not only results in some nifty turns and moves but in dating, discos, and dramas).<br />
Not sure about any figures but I would assume that at least 50% of all Germans are capable of at least basic Waltz, Cha-Cha and Discofox.<br />
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Correct me if I'm wrong (or maybe just married into the wrong family) but in the UK ballroom dancing seems to be something you watch when "Strictly Come Dancing" is on tv but not something you actively learn and do. And definitely not when "Nothing else matters" is on.<br />
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Bit of a shame I think.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7174876884932473424.post-18587475454575754112014-12-04T16:50:00.000+01:002014-12-04T16:50:00.048+01:00everyday (part 45)<i style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, FreeMono, monospace; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.4799995422363px;">one first time each and every day - a new taste, a new experience, a new route, a new song, a new whatever. </i><br />
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6.11. bought coffee in a strange little shed-type cafe in Kingston as everywhere else was ridiculously busy<br />
7.11. landed at Stockholm Arlanda and found out that the terminal building smells of Ikea<br />
8.11. explored Stockholms hipster area Södermalm together with our extremely entertaining Australian tourguide Ryan during one of the <a href="http://freetourstockholm.com/">Free Tours</a><br />
9.11. visited the open air museum and zoo <a href="http://www.skansen.se/en/kategori/english">Skansen</a> and for the first time watched the seals getting fed<br />
10.11. saw "<a href="http://germangreeneyedmonster.blogspot.de/2014/11/mr-turner.html">Mr.Turner</a>" in cinema<br />
11.11. finished another 20km walk through London by visiting the "<a href="http://germangreeneyedmonster.blogspot.de/2014/11/anarchy-beauty-william-morris-and-his.html">Anarchy&Beauty: William Morris</a>"exhibition at the National Portrait Gallery<br />
12.11. wanted to buy a new sofa in Ikea but found out that the box is way too large for transporting it in any car, got one of my fit of ragesUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7174876884932473424.post-36852647253331619182014-12-03T15:48:00.000+01:002014-12-03T15:48:00.027+01:00treasure-huntingEarlier this year I had one of my more strange ideas again - we were planning to spend a few days in Mallorca again in early October and a good friend of mine was going again in early September as every year - wouldn't it be fun if she would hide something, a "treasure" somwhere and send us on a quest to find it?<br />
Well, as I normally stick at least to my odd ideas I told her and she, being as mad as me, agreed and henceforth planned what to hide and where to hide it.<br />
Time went on and in September, while sitting in her garden for a BBQ, she handed me the lovingly decorated treasure map...<br />
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On our third day in Mallorca we headed for Calas de Mallorca in order to find it, didn't look too hard.<br />
Well, as most times, it turned out to be not as straightforward as it looked on paper but with the help of my more logical thinking and more determined husband we made it!<br />
Found a carefully wrapped empty cigarette box in a bush nestled between houses, inside was a 5€ note, a business card of a local bar and the invitation to spend the money on a coffee there and say hi to everyone from her and her family.<br />
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Thinking about this makes me so much happier than any ridiculous christmas present could ever make! We have created a happy memory even though we were hundreds of miles apart.<br />
Friends are important but slightly nutty friends are the best. <br />
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PS: On our walk back to the car we had a very strange experience.<br />
Henry Mancini's "Baby Elephant Walk" was playing loudly from somewhere and seemed to follow us but we could see no car, no ice cream van, no nothing that could be the source if this.<br />
My friend thinks it might have been the aerobic class in a nearby hotel but honestly: who does aerobics to this tune?!? Creeeepy...<br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7174876884932473424.post-41509375117583057532014-12-02T14:38:00.000+01:002014-12-02T14:38:00.117+01:00Ich habe sie geliebt<span style="font-size: small;"><b>Autor: </b>Anna Gavalda</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><b>veroeffentlicht:</b> 2004</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><a href="http://www.amazon.de/Ich-habe-sie-geliebt-Roman/dp/3596158036"><b>Inhalt:</b> </a><i>Es ist alles andere als lustig, wenn man von seinem Mann sitzen gelassen
wird und plötzlich als alleinerziehende Mutter von zwei kleinen
Töchtern dasteht. Deshalb muß Chloé ständig weinen, bis Pierre, ihr
Schwiegervater, sie und die beiden Mädchen in sein Landhaus mitnimmt.
Und er erzählt ihr von der großen Liebe seines Lebens, zu der er sich
nie zu bekennen wagte, von heimlicher Untreue und nie wieder
gutzumachender Schuld, von gestohlenem Glück und den ungelebten Träumen.</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b>was mir gefallen hat: </b>Stellenweise eine sehr schöne Sprache und Geschichten die in Frankreich spielen mag ich eh (fast) immer.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b>was mir nicht gefallen hat: </b>Mehr Novelle als Roman hat man auf den 176 Seiten kaum Gelegenheit sich in die Charaktere hereinzufinden. Das Schicksal der einzelnen lies zumindest mich vollkommen kalt. Was nicht gerade zum Genuss beiträgt: Teilweise ist es sehr unklar wer nun gerade was erzählt, dies strengt an.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b>Fazit:</b> Teils gut geschrieben und glaubwürdig wie alle Anna Gavalda Bücher aber zu kurz und dünn um sich auf die Geschichte und die Probleme wirklich einlassen zu können.</span><i><br /></i>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7174876884932473424.post-38029169902223213412014-11-30T12:00:00.000+01:002014-11-30T12:00:03.074+01:003 days in Stockholm (part 2)Despite the lack of light I still took a suprising amount of photos - well, more to show to you now :-)<br />
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...in case you have missed <a href="http://germangreeneyedmonster.blogspot.de/2014/11/3-days-in-stockholm.html">part 1</a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7174876884932473424.post-27579587410699799882014-11-29T08:30:00.000+01:002014-11-29T08:30:01.355+01:00The Silkworm<b>author: </b>Robert Galbraith (aka J.K. Rowling)<br />
<b>published: </b>2014<br />
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<b>plot: </b><span class="elementTwo" id="freeText12720892709596686761"><i>When
novelist Owen Quine goes missing, his wife calls in private detective
Cormoran Strike. At first, Mrs. Quine just thinks her husband has gone
off by himself for a few days—as he has done before—and she wants Strike
to find him and bring him home. But as Strike investigates, it
becomes clear that there is more to Quine's disappearance than his wife
realizes. The novelist has just completed a manuscript featuring
poisonous pen-portraits of almost everyone he knows. If the novel were
to be published, it would ruin lives—meaning that there are a lot of
people who might want him silenced...</i><br /></span>
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<b>what I liked: </b>Everything! The detailed descriptions created vivid images in my head, I constantly felt as if I'm following Cormoran Strike around through a slightly sinister but always realistic London.<br />
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<b>what I didn't like:</b> OK, towards the climax (that is a little bit anti-climatic) I sometimes struggled a little bit to keep up with every characters action and motivation.<br />
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<b>verdict: </b>Another unusual statement for someone who doesn't normally read crime novels at all - I loved it as much as <a href="http://germangreeneyedmonster.blogspot.de/2014/02/the-cuckoos-calling.html">Strike's first case</a>! Knowing pretty much every corner of London that gets described in the book I was hooked after the first few pages. <br />
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<i>PS: On the day I read the bit where Strike discovers a badly mutilated body in a house in Hammersmith I happenend to walk around Hammersmith...alone...in dusk...and scared myself with wondering what lies behind each and every wall I was passing...I'm not made for tougher crime novels I think ;-)</i>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1