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Vorletztes Wochenende in München
last weekend was 'same same but different' than the one before. This time the urge to see good friends took us to Munich. Rainer is an old friend from Dortmund who moved to Munich quite a while ago to continue his studies in Bioinformatics. He is in a research group where they have a large machine Magneto could have come up with. They can take 3D pictures of brains and other body parts hidden inside. He lives in a tiny appartment which costs almost as much as mine, but is only one third of the size, quite in the center of Munich.
Marcus and I took off friday morning in his BMW and we did not stop driving until we were near Nürnberg, side windows down, sun shining bright and his own Heavy Metal music playing loud from the stereo. He plays bass in a band. We visited Tomi, a friend of Marcus whom I also happen know and the last half mile of the road was unpaved. We knew we were there when we saw the two horses and there was only the farm, a small water castle and a couple of houses one of which he lives in with his girlfriend. It would have been total silence if there were not have been crasy lots of insects doing their business. The air was humming except when the hornet came by, that one sounded more like Sebulbas podracer. Amazing. We talked a lot about computers and environmental protection and about peak oil over the afternoon. It was nice seeing Tomi again and I plan on visiting him again late summer.
The total contrast came when we drove the four lane highway into Munich. Me with Marcus' laptop on the ... well, lap, trying to figure out the route and gracefully navigating us once around the English Garden. We picked up Rainer and took off to grab a bite and have a beer. Rainer was a bit nervous because Iris was coming from London straight to his flat and we did not want to let her wait. Of course we were back good time before her. We wanted to visit the Atomic Cafe Disco, but when we got there there was a long queue so we set off to another bar first. Funny enough, there we met another friend, Simone. We had had a couple of beers when we came back to the AC and this time made it through the elitist door selection process. The door girl was really stressed out. Inside I realized that I'd rather sleep or do something quiet but boring. Looking at the youngsters partying I felt way too old. I managed to aquire a slouchy sofa seat which helped me pass the dead point. Later when some of the folks took off and the croud relaxed a bit and got drunk we had a lot of fun at the bar. I almost danced. The music was good. One of the DJs was so drunk he fell right before my feet. I did not kick him, I promise. The others danced and Rainer made alien contact. A faggot tried to flirt with me but I declined. Thanks, but no thanks. We left the party when the lights went on, and they had also turned the lights on on the outside. How thoughtful. So the four of us took the first train, stumbled back to tiny box to get some rest.
We planned to go shopping on saturday and to have a really trendy fashion consultant with us, Iris. But our heads were too large to fit through the shirts and none of us had enough energy. We opted for sleeping in the sun in the English Garden. Well, that was what I voted for, but we walked and walked and walked and by the time we got there (wherever!) dark clouds began to pull up. So we had some time there, but then left again to head back. We saw the Isar Surfers. The Isar is a river flowing through Munich and a small side arm produces a standing wave below a bridge. People take their boards and surf and do their tricks while tourists like us stand above in dazzled amazement, taking pictures. It is much easier there to be a showoff than on the beach because everybody can see you all the time. It is also much easier to make a fool of yourself.
When the evening started we wanted to have some good food and I
was astonished that the Pizzaria Rainer suggested closes at ten.
Hello? Its saturday night!? We ate at some other place and moved on
only to see the results of the Grand Prix d'Eurovision Song Contest
in a Queer bar. Germany so devastatingly lost. Last place with only
four points. Greece won with more than 200. I did not like that
part of the evening, not because I am homophobic, but because the
bar was not good. We moved on to a very small bar which is famous
for her host. A funny lady and her man who is playing the Hammond
and the Akkordeon and a guest from Berlin singing old songs from
the twenties and a very mixed croud singing along and clapping
their hands and literally having fun. It was great.
So we had a couple more beers there and moved on to a currywurst
bude. Munich is so very different from the Ruhrgebiet. Here
everything is downtrodden but real, there everything is nice, clean
and trendy. Even the currywurst bude. The Wurst was ok and so were
the fries, but somehow this was not right. We headed home, drunk
and tired.
The next day we slept until noon and had breakfast outside in a
bar. Later we packed our stuff and took off at five. Marcus drove
all the way in record time. Nobody believed that we were back here
in five hours. I only stayed short in Dortmund and drove to see
Bettina...
