I like my tradition, närkontakt which I have set up a few years ago. Giving a tour diary. Of course, also the daily life of the journey can be called, for example, traveling to the end of the night, and maybe not even be a bad idea to keep a journal every day. Finding närkontakt it an hour or two and record this and that. Imagine yourself getting away, staying with someone who knows its beginning until its end, or viibibki, examine your position, weird wondering, recognize and feel estranged, to conclude, predict, summarize, to praise, to condemn, to hush up, lie. Write a paper of your life, your personal paralleelelu, to live in this, read occasionally written on paper, until the difference between the hand and the result will be lost, and eventually may also be understood that the trip will be announced and meaning in full until after the arrival of the means At the end of the night, when it is still night, närkontakt end of the journey which leads to a new beginning of the day, you will see, however, are likely närkontakt to be only someone else's eyes.
Smaller trips, which is not necessarily interpreted as a metaphor, ie, the so-called lihtlabastel traveling from one city to another, from one country to another, and perhaps eventually returned, so the benefits are. There are a few days and nights, which will eventually disappear, read the places where they manage to spend all day and night, and of course, read pages kilometers read notes. Because the notebook later when you realize that the last page in this also means a trip, it really is out to pick up again and think about it over the reading that you finally understand something. I thought the travel diary of his trip that took me out of Tartu and Tallinn from Hamburg, Weimar (3 to 7 June), Weimar Berlin (7th to the 10th of June), Berlin, Hamburg (10 to 13 June), and finally Hamburg Tallinn närkontakt Tartu through the back, but did not disclose this single line. Let it remain in his notebook. Instead express närkontakt choice of photos which I did. More ever, I was not, strangely enough, the photos made in Germany. And baptize his short travelogue ... fast foods according to what I ate three cities. For this trip, pretty fast, after all, though, for me, was anything but ride along the diet, even though I was offered plenty of good, better, and Vietnamese coffee närkontakt in Prenzlauer Berg deserves its own entry to tell the truth. But I do not know where the culinary type. But how pleasant places and the people, the taste of their food. And yet, God knows if I would have Weimar, närkontakt this trip was the only part of the so-called business-like, närkontakt and in a sense, an excuse närkontakt sõitnudki if it were not for two good people, närkontakt Berlin, and Hamburg, which I really wanted to see, and whose appearance in Berlin I ride in Hamburg and Weimar-connected.
However, in Weimar, I am always happy to help. This is a place where it is now, many years after his first sojourn, like me nostalgic, but it is also a place where I again and again to find something new. More ever, I had not, for example, närkontakt noticed how fluffy and rich, can be pihuvihma during the early summer grass Ilmi-am-park (Park an der Ilm), or how nice it is to sit on the city palace (Residenzschloss) near Ilmi jõekese high on the shores of the slope of the bench, and read it in the evening Joseph Roth's novels, for example. Karl-Liebknecht-Thai närkontakt restaurant Friedensstrasse Straße and the corner location with panoramic views of the city in my opinion, a rare diverse history, it was probably permanently closed, and the poor wooden houses Nood Buttelstedter Strasse, along which the difference between närkontakt an apartment in the city and never rühkisin, demolished, but in fact, had not changed anything in this city as a whole, seems to be largely museum in Weimar and has a safe place. Classics sculptures and house museums, hõlmikpuupood, somewhat vulgar-looking but delicious Thuringian sausage (Thüringer Rostbratwurst) stalls, cozy provincial theater in the heart, and this time I saw "Võluflööti", recently burned and then restored Herzog Anna Amalia Bibliothek, which rokokoosaali I again did not come, and much more. We left the Buchenwald Memorial ten kilometers from Ettersbergil by a giant memorial tower here and there, under-served city looks. Weimar, this is ultimately a very homey place.
And then Berlin, Berlin peavaksalis meeting after years of S-IgA. The train is already a bit worried if I do not feel it at all on the ramp. But of course, I recognized him immediately. Unaccustomed to talk to him in German, not Dutch. But even this unfamiliarity passed. The tram, metro, metropolitan of all this machinery, it's a tiny café and D. Green Helmholtzplatzi habitat near the edge - Prenzlauer närkontakt Berg, Berlin district närkontakt where I went for the first time and immediately became fascinated me, though also a bit confusing at the beginning of time. Evenings S. and D. semi Schliemannstraßel and cafes, meetings, S. and D. friends who all write and publish anything, make plans and projects, some of which põrub, but fortunately not one. Conversations with the difficulties associated with S. and D. publishing establishment. Evening deep pink in the sky over Berlin, the bat by S. tun
