Homeland.
One of the last days in Berlin. We sat in the kitchen, drawing each other. It was warm outside, the atmosphere was easy. A few bottles of Berliner Kindl. My last German beer. I had no idea what kind of country China is. No clue how the people are. I had no clue at all.
It was a nice evening with a nice vibe. The day before I was out with a lot of friends. It was a chaotic night, like I hate and love at one go. Most of my friends were lost in the order of events. But that was OK, to see most of the fiendish mob was a ripper.
Finally we were at a party located in an old wearhouse. The air was filled with cheers, alcohol and follies. In the morning some people were dancing on a hospital bed. On guy was falling down, meanwhile everyone else was dancing boisterously.
In the morning my feets were swollen and my toes were bladdery.
It was a nice evening with a nice vibe. The day before I was out with a lot of friends. It was a chaotic night, like I hate and love at one go. Most of my friends were lost in the order of events. But that was OK, to see most of the fiendish mob was a ripper.
Finally we were at a party located in an old wearhouse. The air was filled with cheers, alcohol and follies. In the morning some people were dancing on a hospital bed. On guy was falling down, meanwhile everyone else was dancing boisterously.
In the morning my feets were swollen and my toes were bladdery.
Tegel.
On a sunday morning after a odysee of wrong infromated Florian's BVG webpage **** routing service, I arrived at the tip of Tegel Airport. With some of my friends, which had the drive to erscort me to my first flight out of europe. We had coffee in holy Mc Donald's, the cheapest drink in the whole building. We were much to early there. As result of having plenty of time, I gain the gathered expirience of five people about other countries, exotic diseases, the type of women every continent has to offer, how to get them , how to get rid of them, how to explain this to the angry fathers of the insulted beauties, how to avoid this topic at all and a plastic bag full of crackers for the puke-effect with pickles in it.
After the gate, everything changed ( Crunching crakkers ), most of the people waiting there were Chinese and Asian. Two more ( Crunching crakkers ) palefaces with asian women on their side. Different world seems the airport to be ( Crunching crakkers ).
But their was the BZ and a story about the minister of the interior of the city ( Crunching crakkers ) Berlin who had resorted to excuses to get away from ( Crunching crakkers ) some autonomists. I am going to have ( Crunching crakkers ) a window-seat, everything is going to be fine. ( Crunching crakkers )
After the gate, everything changed ( Crunching crakkers ), most of the people waiting there were Chinese and Asian. Two more ( Crunching crakkers ) palefaces with asian women on their side. Different world seems the airport to be ( Crunching crakkers ).
But their was the BZ and a story about the minister of the interior of the city ( Crunching crakkers ) Berlin who had resorted to excuses to get away from ( Crunching crakkers ) some autonomists. I am going to have ( Crunching crakkers ) a window-seat, everything is going to be fine. ( Crunching crakkers )
Frankfurt-Beijing
03.05.09
In a no time I was waiting in the next big hall. The whole flight was crowded with chinese people. Foreign look, foreign language. While I was drawing the loosen airplanes on the wast landingfields a proud man carried his son while the mother used her mobile chatting in a high pitched voice in a self-centered manner. In between she snaped at her submissive husband. Together they were so friendly, it make me feel shivery. Suddenly we were contused in the cramped confines of the next airplane to begin our voyage.
The flight was quiet in the beginning. It was silent and easy so long as the passengers get the controls of the seat-integrated-tv wrong. Once they seized power over the entertainment-machine it wasn't possible to sleep anywhere. I got two meals. One in the morning and one in the next morning. The boy sitting next to me was quite confuzed what to do next:
Eat one of the meals, run to the toilet, get the number of the stewardess with Manga mind power, watching the entertainment program or using his very cool I-phone standing arround for everyone good to see how rich he is. In the meantime we got dessert. And I had crunchy crackers. Somewhere in the back of the plane must be a Coca-Cola-Factory because every second there was one of the 14 stewards running around to serve a cold glas of Coca-Cola. The flight was a 11 hour trip - 11*60*60*0,25ml= 9900*14 = 138600 Liter of Coca-Cola.
I guess it was in one of the wings. To get a save and smoothly flight they had to pump the content of the restrooms back to where the Coca-Cola came from. To get this marvelous closed circuit the passengers were unhesitant to fullfil their duty by queuing up at the facilities. Yes, I had my first queue before even entering the Chinese air space. And No! It is a myth, you can't get alcohol on board of an ChinaAir airbus.
And, well, I had the impression that the chinese people are sober, well restrained, technik glorifying, always queuing at sth. people.
Later, I had to give them the benefit of the doubt
The flight was quiet in the beginning. It was silent and easy so long as the passengers get the controls of the seat-integrated-tv wrong. Once they seized power over the entertainment-machine it wasn't possible to sleep anywhere. I got two meals. One in the morning and one in the next morning. The boy sitting next to me was quite confuzed what to do next:
Eat one of the meals, run to the toilet, get the number of the stewardess with Manga mind power, watching the entertainment program or using his very cool I-phone standing arround for everyone good to see how rich he is. In the meantime we got dessert. And I had crunchy crackers. Somewhere in the back of the plane must be a Coca-Cola-Factory because every second there was one of the 14 stewards running around to serve a cold glas of Coca-Cola. The flight was a 11 hour trip - 11*60*60*0,25ml= 9900*14 = 138600 Liter of Coca-Cola.
I guess it was in one of the wings. To get a save and smoothly flight they had to pump the content of the restrooms back to where the Coca-Cola came from. To get this marvelous closed circuit the passengers were unhesitant to fullfil their duty by queuing up at the facilities. Yes, I had my first queue before even entering the Chinese air space. And No! It is a myth, you can't get alcohol on board of an ChinaAir airbus.
And, well, I had the impression that the chinese people are sober, well restrained, technik glorifying, always queuing at sth. people.
Later, I had to give them the benefit of the doubt
Welcome to Terminal 3.
Finally I arrived in Beijing. It was sunrise and I was tired with merely the attempt to sleep. My body was a bathmat. I smelled after a flight, my whole beeing was formed by the seat, cold-pressed. I had soup for brakefast and to much CokaCola. Na Nihao Florian, welcome to China. The plane eased the speed to zero, everyone was getting up. We went out and stepped into a bus, air-conditioned. It was like 15 degress outside, inside like 24. After a long wait a second bus arrived. People enterd the bus. I asked someone from which plane they came. A young sleepy Chinese man tried to get a few English words out of his mouth while he got red in his face. The mixture of hissed sounds and guttural noies was extraordinary alien. I guess he saw my staggered expression and we both felt in an awkardly silence. Two minutes later he mustered up his courage to lift up his arm and I was direkted by his pointing finger. I was startled! The plane was not even a stone`s throw away. Half a hour we departed to the gate, 200 Meter. We stopped for another 20 minutes to wait for an guy to open a door for a staircase. I climbed up 20 steps to enter the hall, finally.
Well, this is architecture of world-class. and I had the opportunity to delight my eye, because we had to wait for more than one hour to get through these infrared-scanners for keeping the desease out of Beijing. I unpacked the disposable camera and made my first shot. People were uncomfortabel silent and there was no flow at all. Everyone was looking tired and exhausted. A gloomy looking girl, a reall jack-in-office, eyeballed my passport for 3 minutes and let me pass with a swing of her gloved hand. After this I was so used to queue up I just moved to the next I saw. I realized it way too late I didn`t had to anymore and this queue was leading to a flight to Indonesia. So I head to the next desk and after they eyeballed my passport for another 3 minutes I was finally free! Nearly. By following a thousand chinese characters and good-blessing arrows I took a train to get through the vast airport and reached another monstrous hall where my luggage was optimisticly circulating. I said hello gold old matey, picked it up and walked and walked and walked... Finally I reached a small door with radiating sunlight emerging from the bay! The holy portal spit me out to a little hedged path surrounded by Chinese families. Everyone was holding flags, most of them were red, had strange caps on the had or were calling out names with hissing, snorting and spluttering connotations. But there on on the edge of this runnung the gauntled there were two men with a small sheet of paper. Their was something familiar and whenn I close in I saw it, my name. And one of them had even a god-given packet of fags. Secure.
Well, this is architecture of world-class. and I had the opportunity to delight my eye, because we had to wait for more than one hour to get through these infrared-scanners for keeping the desease out of Beijing. I unpacked the disposable camera and made my first shot. People were uncomfortabel silent and there was no flow at all. Everyone was looking tired and exhausted. A gloomy looking girl, a reall jack-in-office, eyeballed my passport for 3 minutes and let me pass with a swing of her gloved hand. After this I was so used to queue up I just moved to the next I saw. I realized it way too late I didn`t had to anymore and this queue was leading to a flight to Indonesia. So I head to the next desk and after they eyeballed my passport for another 3 minutes I was finally free! Nearly. By following a thousand chinese characters and good-blessing arrows I took a train to get through the vast airport and reached another monstrous hall where my luggage was optimisticly circulating. I said hello gold old matey, picked it up and walked and walked and walked... Finally I reached a small door with radiating sunlight emerging from the bay! The holy portal spit me out to a little hedged path surrounded by Chinese families. Everyone was holding flags, most of them were red, had strange caps on the had or were calling out names with hissing, snorting and spluttering connotations. But there on on the edge of this runnung the gauntled there were two men with a small sheet of paper. Their was something familiar and whenn I close in I saw it, my name. And one of them had even a god-given packet of fags. Secure.
What a hulk of a man! and what a bitch of a day!
This is me and Dr.Angus. Dr.Angus is spezial. He can speak severall languages and can fly. Apropos of nothing he is the son of the god of all Chinese dentists. I had luck, he just finished fixing the teeth with Colorado brown stain of the epileptic T-Rex, the one that has always a twist of chewing tobacco in his hip pocket (Bad jura-accent, can't reach his hip pocket, tiny arms, quite desperate). The nerv treatment he gave was directly downloaded from the small shop next to the pearly gates, a regular evening walk through a flowered death strip. Hahaha, we had much fun. I like his jokes, will never forget the one with the dentist and the shark and the arguing about the braces.
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This is me and Dr.Angus. Dr.Angus is spezial. He can speak severall languages and can fly. Apropos of nothing he is the son of the god of all Chinese dentists. I had luck, he just finished fixing the teeth with Colorado brown stain of the epileptic T-Rex, the one that has always a twist of chewing tobacco in his hip pocket (Bad jura-accent, can't reach his hip pocket, tiny arms, quite desperate). The nerv treatment he gave was directly downloaded from the small shop next to the pearly gates, a regular evening walk through a flowered death strip. Hahaha, we had much fun. I like his jokes, will never forget the one with the dentist and the shark and the arguing about the braces.
After dental nerve treatment in a public hospital
