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This will be the month with the fewest blog entries in my 2 years career as author. But in fact, not so much is happening. Well, not so much that it is really worth to tell. After Italy there was big "and what now"-period. The only thing I had to do was writing thesis. That is even going so well. Since three weeks now, I am sitting at home writing only working on the thesis. I wrote a small program where I can modify the data sets I need for running my first tests on it. After that, there should be brand new information that I can pipe into the thesis (wow, what a speech...). When October started I wrote applications again. I had a good opportunity to stay here in Aken, but because I did not want to depend on one rumor, I applied in different departments, too. Six applications I even sent to Netherlands. It were online applications and it was a disaster. To the first I sent my CV from last February, because it was in the same folder on my computer as the new version. For the ...

The last two days in Italy were dedicated to big lakes. Ward, Silvia and Thomas had to leave already on Tuesday morning, so Christian and I have been almost alone again. We ate lunch with the remaining Italians and Thomas and drove then with Andrea and Mathias to Largo di Garda in order to take a ferry. Unfortunately we missed our ferry closely, so we took another one going to Sirmione. But that ferry was also half an hour late. That did not really matter for the duration of waiting, because since Ward had left, we had blue sky, sunshine and hot temperatures again. But when we reached after one hour boat tour the island, we had only half an hour for walking around until the last ferry went back to where we came from. Lake Garda was beautiful, if you ignore the tourists. But the blue water, the amazing weather and the high mountains made it nice. Sirmione is made for tourists, but still cute - for half an hour. If you ever go there, you should maybe still plan a little bit more time in...

Monday the 15th was supposed to be the day we came for at first place: Marcos restaurant opening. To kill the time until the evening, we walked around in the city, watched the university and copied a picture from all of us in order to give it as a present to Marco. We also drove to big Marco's home for checking some stuff in the internet like check in, addresses for postcards or simply just emails. On the way back to Brescia we stopped in a big shopping center, because everybody wanted to bring some orginal Italian food as souvenirs for family back home. Without doing that much, it was finally half past 8 and we drove to the restaurant out of the city. The place looks excellent and you see from the first moment on: you do not come for dinner here every evening. I had little bit doubts about the food, because I figured that night that I am definitely not a friend of pure fish. The buffet I tried to skip politely. But then came the pasta. With shrimps. It - was - so - delicious. Afte...

On Sunday Carolina had to leave already in the morning to be back in Spain for working. The only advantage was that there was enough space now in the apartment, so Christian and I could move in which halved the price for a night. Thomas had the idea that we could drive to Verona, the city of Romeo and Julia. Although the weather was unreliable, we gave it a try and we had luck, because the rain followed us only half way. Grandpa Markus had been in Verona before; in 2001, to be exactly. I uploaded some pictures of that trip on my very old homepage . It was a trip of the school of the whole class. I recognized some places. In a restaurant we had the perfect example of Italian language skills. We tried to order in English, but as so often, the waitress could not speak English. But French, German and Spanish. Good that our group could cover all these languages. We decided to let Thomas order in French. And he said, her French was excellent. Somehow the Italians often seem to know German or...

It was only our third day but I already had lost the feeling for time. It was Saturday and we planned to drive to Brescia to meet with Ward, Silvia, Thomas and Carolina. The weather had changed. Because Maritha makes currently sure Nicaragua gets its yearly rain season, it was up to Ward to bring Dutch weather to Italy. And he did not spare a drop of rain. Especially on Saturday it rained a lot. Totally wet Christian and I found the apartment where the others lived for the weekend. Later Marco & Marco joined. Because the appartment was to small for Christian and me to move in, too, we booked a room in a hostel outside Brescia. That also meant that I could not drink alcohol, because I had to drive. At night we met with a lot of erasmus students from Sundsvall in the city center of Brescia and went out for dinner. For those of you, who know the people: Luca, Andrea, Mathias, Valentina, Thomas, Ward, Silvia, Marco, Marco, Christian, Carolina and I. The dinner was ok, although this fir...

The night was interesting, because we did not have beds where we could sleep. I woke up several times at night, because owls or something were screaming from the roof of a nearby building. Once I woke up and scared a small dog that did not realize me up to the moment it stood next to me. It ran away. I wanted to whistle, but a mosquito had bit me in my lips, therefore I could not make a sound and scared the poor little creature maybe even more. Once it started to rain a little bit, so I moved my benches under a tree, but it did not rain anymore that night. Around 6 I felt very cold and could not sleep anymore. When I scared the first pedastrians away, I thought it is time to stand up. We felt bad. The day before had been so hot that our clothes were filthy of sweat. At least we had some water to wash ourselves a little bit. But we were longing for a shower. So we drove back to Piacenza hoing to find a tourist information who could explain us the detailed way to a hostel. Piacenza is a ...

The idea came up already a few months ago. At Maritha's good bye party in the end of June Ward told me about his plan to surprise small Marco at his restaurant opening on the 15th of September. The decision was made quickly and in July Christian, Ward and I had booked our flights. Who else would join was never sure until the end. In the end we were quite a lot of people who came to Brescia. Therefore, in principle, the reunion started already here in Aken two weeks ago, when Ward, Anne and Christian came. But Anne could not join to Italy and Ward left for a short stop in Spain before going to Italy. While he enjoyed already sunny weather, Christian and I spent some days in Aken. We went to the cinema, some pubs. The usual things. At half past 2 at night on the 11th of September, we had to stand up in order to catch our direct train from Aken to Cologne airport. I like those journeys. If you have to get up early for going in holidays, it feels like a little adventure. Maybe because ...