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July 15, 2005

Berlin
17:44 and its nice and warm outside


   Just like John Travolta said in Pulp Fiction, it’s those little differences that make Europe so different to the States. I will probably never understand why they like a huge dab of mayonnaise on their fries, nor why they smoke like chimneys. Not only that, but they stand at window/door thinking that they are being considerate to let the smoke go out, when actually about 98% of the time their tobacco smoke goes directly back into the, filling it up just as much as if they smoked inside.

   None the less, there is something so alluring about Europe.

   Joel and I spent most of this week and last week looking for a place to live. I was a bit surprised that every aspect of any search we make, be it for a job, residence permit, house, etc...must be done virtually 100% on the internet. I was thinking that Germany was so technologically advanced, till my friend Byron told me that the modern world has simply changed that much in the last 2 years that I stepped out of it. Germany may be technologically advanced, but apparently the entire modern world is dependent for computers for everything, not just most things like when I left. Wow, how fast things can change, I feel like some old lady saying, `I remember the days when we used to be able to search for a house without a computer`.

   The thing that I find most surprising about our house search is not the variety of things they require of a person moving in; 3 months of pay stubs, documents proving you have no debt, documents from former landlords stating you don’t owe them any money, signing leases, nor contracts that require a minimum of a THREE month notice before moving out.

   What I find most surprising is what they consider normal, mandatory even, to take with you. For instance, in a flat here, the ´kitchen´ is not included. When a tenant leaves, they take with them the fridge, dishwasher, all of the cupboards, all the counters, all of the furniture and mirrors (even the ones above the sink in the bathroom), and any carpeting that was put in (even if it improves the old floor beneath it).

   I think the worst business to go into around here would be selling furniture, especially second hand stuff. I have the impression that Germans do not like used things, and they have so much furniture that they can´t seem to get rid of that there is a whole section in one second hand newspaper to give it away. We’ve been offered all sorts of used furniture and bikes at almost every flat we´ve looked at.

   What surprises me even more is the lack of responsibility that some of the university students demonstrate in moving out. They basically want to trade us their old furniture for cleaning up, re-painting every trashed wall of the entire apartment, tearing out carpet, and even re-doing the ceiling!. No thanks. I guess a lack of maturity and taking responsibility for trashing your apartment can certainly cross cultural boundaries, even in such an orderly and responsible society as Germany.

   (Really, Germans are notorious for following the rules, the above is quite abnormal. For example, they have little red and green men on every street corner to indicate when you are allowed to cross the street or not. I personally find it very difficult to start following all the rules so soon after not having much of any, and generally find myself resisting standing at a corner with no cars passing, and just stand their simply because it’s the rule.

   Often I will find myself in a situation like this: I’m standing at a corner with people waiting on both sides of the street. I look both ways several times and notice that there is not a car in sight. I want to cross the street, because its safe and there is no reasonable reason not to, in my opinion. When I do, people will sometimes just keep waiting on their side of the street waiting for the light, and stare at me, like , `Hey! What are you doing, the light isn’t green yet! `. Even though inside I feel like saying `So what?!?` I´m already finding that it’s sometimes easier to just go along with it, other times not. I don´t really like doing things just because it’s the rule. I still find myself wanting a reason why. I guess some things never change.)

   There are, at the same time, flats that seem to be the same price, with really well maintained walls, wooden floors, and modern furniture.

   And YEAH, we finally found one! So, keep your fingers crossed that we can work things out with the Brazilian tenant and the landlord that doesn’t speak English, who apparently writes tough enough contracts that the current tenant suggests we hire a lawyer to deal with him.

   Good thing I´m still giving thanks for small luxuries like hot AND cold running water (since I think I had hot water for all of maybe 6 months out of the last 20), and great public transport.

   So, that´s the update for now...its starting to rain, gotta go,
         love
            Timory