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The other day marked four years since I moved to Munich. I find this very scary. I had never even been to Germany before and had no idea what to expect. That year turned out to be the best of my life and a completely life-changing experience. There is definitely a pre-Munich and post-Munich me. I got myself out of a depression I didn’t even acknowledge as such and managed to be actually H-A-P-P-Y. As in, “nothing is wrong in my life except for the fact that I’m leaving this place” happy. Obviously there are many factors that contributed to that state. I think it comes down to the combination of how much I liked the educational system there, studying some really fulfilling stuff and feeling like I was actually GOOD, living in a beautiful city where it is pleasant just to walk around and, most importantly, surrounding myself with amazing people.
I learnt a lot about friendship in Munich. I consider myself extremely lucky every time I think about how many of the people who now are my best friends I met there. Life throws us together with several bunches of people that we are more or less forced to welcome into our lives; those we go to school with, people we work with, university friends, camp friends, summer holiday friends, etc. and the sad truth is that most of those relationships die out even if they’re still your friend on Facebook. I find that, in most cases, people are forced upon us by the circumstances and, once these change, friendships tend to break because we realise that they were the only thing keeping the friendship alive. And because maintaining a friendship is hard work and, something people sometimes choose to ignore, reciprocal.
I keep a couple of school friends, a handful of university friends and my best friends I met through music and on a language learning holiday. I consider 7 of my Munich friends some of my best despite living in different countries. Needless to say, I have never been able to forge as many meaningful friendships from one single group. Considering I spent 12 years at school and 6 at university, the fact that I met so many of my best friends during the 11 months I spent in Munich is truly remarkable.
This video summarises what, for me, were some of the best moments of the year. Everybody who matters is in it.
Munich from the tower in Olympiapark
Bernd: When are you going to move back to Munich forever?
“To the child, the genius with imagination, or the wholly untravelled, the approach to a great city for the first time is a wonderful thing. Particularly if it be evening – that mystic period between the glare and the gloom of the world when life is changing from one sphere or condition to another.”Theodore Dreiser – Sister Carrie
All the photos were taken in Munich in December 2006.
Bigger and better on my flickr
SHAG’s Wohnstudio as seen in Munich. I like to think that somebody called Mr. Shag exists and I will one day marry him and become Mrs. Shag.
Antiquatiat Dr.Hell. Another one I wouldn’t mind marrying. I think I would be a really good Mrs. Hell. This was also seen in Munich. The Germans clearly have brilliant surnames.
Dolce Marika, which translates as “sweet gay”.
Mission in culo, which translates as “mission in ass”. Apparently it’s also “erotisch” and “gefährlich” (dangerous)! I laugh out loud every single time I say “mission in culo” out loud.
I promise this is the last of the German ones. I found this in Pennymarkt and picked it just because I’d never seen sangria in a can before. When I got home I realised it said “fresco con perlas”, with means “fresh with pearls”. Needless to say, the sangria was lousy and I never found the pearls.
This literally means “Eye just painted”. Despite meaning “eye”, the Spanish word “ojo” is used as a warning, so the intended meaning was “Careful! Wet paint”. The lack of punctuation turns it into a painted eye.
These notices baffle me. I like to think that someone who’s advertising their services will try hard to sell himself in a good way. Apparently some people don’t. My favourite was one I saw the other day that said “very serious woman looking for a job”. It was written on a tiny paper ripped out of a notebook, making her seem everything but serious.
Seeing The Bishops is like going back to a time when most of the people in the room – band included – hadn’t even been born. The twins Mark and Pete Bishop spot identical suits and Beatle-esque haircuts, and every move they make on stage, from the head-shakes to the facial expressions, seems to have been rehearsed in front of the mirror a million times before. But it’s not only the aesthetics that one could find somewhat familiar, their music is directly influenced by the rock and roll sounds of the late fifties and early sixties. Even though a lot of people will be put off by the lack of originality in their sound and the simplicity of their lyrics, The Bishops manage to capture the energy and urgency of the early days in their live show, eliminating the tough guy attitude so prevalent in modern rock and bringing back the mixture of rebelliousness and innocence that characterised the first generation of teenagers. Those who allow themselves to forget about virtuosos and pretentiousness will find it impossible not to dance along to their catchy tunes. Remember kids, rock is fun, and The Bishops sure know how to bring it. That said, I wouldn’t want to listen to them at home.