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A week has passed without a feeling of time. So far the similarity between Tyskland and Sverige. The difference is that I cannot really recall what's worth to mention. My days start usually either at 6am or 7am, always depending if I have to work as translator in the morning. Depending on when I am of in the morning I have to hurry for the bus or I have to wait half an hour. This week I had to run twice. At half past 5pm I take the bus back and I am at home at 6pm. Usually I do some grocery shopping before coming home.
But at least I've been out twice. Monday my flatmates brought me to a hardrock pub. Due to Monday it was rather empty, but still more people than in Sundsvall at this time. I guess at the weekends it must be similar to Medusa club in Stockholm where we have been last October. For sure not the last time I've been there. On Friday we have been out to a club. I did not really get the system of prices for alcohol. Cocktails were quite cheap/normal, beer rather expensive, for both cost 3 Euros. For beer that's almost Swedish, only the beer is still tasty. However, the two dancefloors were both not made for me. One was playing crap, but sometimes as good as Kåren (you get what I mean), and the second was supposed to play reggae, but the DJ somehow yelled some are-you-cool-phrases in his microphone every minute. After two hours I decided that it would not be worth to fight the music with more beer and walked home. I took a longer way for maybe finding a better club, but I did not succeed. Therefore I enjoyed my first döner since Leipzig last summer. It feels mandatory when you are out at night in Germany.
Saturday the weather was kidding with me. Sunshine I want to go out. Once I am out it becomes cloudy. Half and hour later it starts raining. Due to Saturday the city is crowded and I do not speculate about a nice seat for a hot chocolate at Starbucks and go home. The minute I arrive home the clouds disappear and we have blue sky again. I was hungry anyway...
My exercises at work are toys. I have to play around with some stuff, testing it if we can use it in the project. Maybe I will have to make some travelling in summer for the project. Either Madrid, Athens, Brussels or Paris. Most likely Paris or Brussels, for it is nearer to Aken and our company has some influence in determining the place for meetings. But I hope for Madrid.

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