At the weekend I drove to Philipp in Dörenthe for celebrating his birthday. It took a while until I found his house, because as soon as the village starts it ends. Took a while to figure out that most of the houses around than actually in the village. However, after joyful and relaxed driving I reached my goal and met also Solène and Sebastian there. It was like time had never passed. We told so many stories and there are enough left for the next 5 days, when they are coming to Aken.
It turned out that my moving out was not so urgent as the landlord told me. First it was a trick counting on kindness, because he told new renters a totally different story than me. However, with this story he scared the 3 guys off who wanted to rent the apartment, since they did not trust him anymore. I for myself think, he is ok, but I better do not believe in any surprising thing he tells me. All that counts is the contract. But I figured out that I have time to cancel my flat until October. Therefore I might even stay here, because until than I know for certain where I will work next year.
Work is going fine. A lot to do and I do not get any time for my thesis. Therefore I started taking Wednesdays off for working at home. The saved time in going by bus I invested in cleaning and haircutter. As usual, I am rather disappointed by the result. It always does not look well, after I have been at the haircutter. I always miss the long hair. But I guess in 2 weeks it is well enough again. Until then I just avoid mirrors.I got mail from Swedish Skatteverket. Therefore, you have to know: When I worked as student for the Midsweden University I had a so called personal number which every employee in Sweden has. Because in Sweden students do not have any better status than common employees I had to pay taxes and pension fees. When I moved back to Germany, I thought I should tell them, that I change my address. In return they kicked me out of the system, because they did not expect me coming back. A pity. I already had dreamed of a big surprise one day when I am 60 and the Swedish krona would be worth hundred times the Euro. But since they deleted my file, I thought, my taxes have been my tribute to a beautiful country.
Last weekend I got mail again from Sweden. I needed at least 10 attempts to be certain about the meaning, because the letter was in Swedish. They wrote, they could not find my Swedish bank account anymore (oh wonder). Therefore, they are going to send me a cheque with my pension. Now I have it and have just to hand it in at my bank. That's so cool. Of course it is not much and only one time payment, but I did not expect anything. They could have just not informed me and I never would have complained. Swedes are so fair. Incredible. I did not even finish my (second) studies, yet, and I am already pensioner. Or you can say, I am pensioner, but not retired. I could joke about it the whole day. I suppose I have to face some age-jokes in closer future. Here you go.
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