people, the Internet connection was in the last few weeks so miserable that I, unfortunately, the following entry just now, very belatedly, can publish. The desire to give them a little spoiled, to keep writing, but be warned: it will come again; D In the following we'll record one, I wrote a week ago ...
All right, I surrender! Since I am the questions of when my next blog entry finally comes, can hardly resist, I am of you and me well again guilty of a report. And so it is not quite bone dry, I'll spice up my current entry a little with different photos, so that an interesting mix, as it were, a great masala. results. Alright? Let's go ...
My last few weeks were filled with work. My boss is really cool just for two weeks receiving medical treatment and for me this time her job transferred as project manager. That is a lot of work but also a way for me to recommend the time after this project and of course a fascinating experience. And of course I'm obviously proud as Bolle on this temporary promotion.
Sure, I do not just work, I still have some free time, but is quick to. When I come home at night, I play with some nice Indians from the table tennis or swim a few laps in the pool. I've got used to the everyday life here, which for me now is the most interesting, is the contact with people. So I spend quite a lot Time to sit in the hotel lobby and Nitesh me to maintain an incredibly likeable Delhi, or in my hotel room to discuss Mridul, my roommate, about God and the world. I do not want to spend my free time only with the other interns, because I animal curious about the culture here and the views and opinions of the Indians have been here. And ultimately it is the proximity to and understanding for people like Nitesh or Mridul, the only really here to give me the feeling not to be out of place.
This way I now dive right into this country and find more and more appreciation, respect and some admiration for this culture. What the The beginning was the hardest to accept is that the people here live in such a dirty and shabby surroundings. The first logical conclusion was that nobody cares and this view led me in part to a feeling of superiority. In school we learn about the industrial countries, developing and emerging countries and it is natural to see this distinction as a winner on the podium are we, the wealthy Europeans at the top. Sure, when it comes to cleanliness and access to luxury goods, this is so, but it says no something about the man himself.
If one moves out on the streets, then you see dirt and chaos if But if one enters an apartment or a house, then you see the other side. Of course, here there are more problems with vermin, and the homes have cracks in the walls, but the microcosm is no different than ours: clean, decorated and pleasant, to its Indian Art The main problem appears to the system outside trappings of a State not, behind is to provide his people with intact roads, clean water and a trustworthy judiciary and, above all, the population growth is not Lord. In the use of streets, roads must be constantly re-set and if a new road is built, the next must be renewed again. If a new power plant is built, this is already busy. If 1,000 new wells are constructed, the water shortage is still there.
Man this country just can not see the same relations as Germany. It is too big and the whole economic and cultural situation is completely different. Everything here is on the rise, there is a mood of advancement and success of change and hope. We see progress in equality between men and women and between caste, new laws to fight corruption and Umweltschutziniativen. It is not nearly so that the situation here is so, because there are all okay. At every turn are working feverishly and improved. If we, with our Claims, would set in this country, we would probably not make it better. The things one might criticize as a foreigner here, all work in progress, under these circumstances, it is not difficult for me the pride of the Indians to their own country to understand.
When I think of me in Germany, I have a feeling that the standard of living when I was born so to speak, get paid nothing to have. All are in the process their lives and their children to improve every day and that's a completely different lifestyle. To this sense of coming together this can truly envy the people here. In Germany many, many people fear that it goes downhill and a few feel themselves to be able to do something about it. Maybe we need more visions in Germany, how we can improve, rather than just think about what we need to get. It is better to see the progress as to be afraid of the descent. But what do we need? Well, if I have the people here being, will come to mind as issues such as the integration of minorities. Since the Indians seem to be more advanced. Or about a friendly deal with each other. When I think of Germany, I would not live there as a foreigner here and I've never felt that I wanted anyone any harm.
But now take a break of the serious issues and a trip to the funny anecdotes of everyday life. As I sat recently at work in a team meeting and we talked for a solid hour. People were becoming increasingly tired of listening and as long as it was clear that it is time to stop. Finally came the point where we finished together the session with some nice final words and the boss says something like "I think we are with our agenda at the end" and perhaps even added, "Yes, great, then I'll get even a coffee "and then somehow all concurred. Then came a relaxation and a feeling of relaxation and beautiful at precisely the moment when you realize that one's attention again can concentrate on other things, just at that moment uttered one of my colleagues a hearty belch, forcing the midst of just been turned quiet, and the naturalness and the facilitated meeting, who spoke from his face made me laugh, a laugh that I aware of the polite tried to resist, what I did not succeed, so I accidentally fell into laughter so that I was in tears. Finally, we all laughed very much together, though, I think, only half of us had understood the cause. Laughter is very contagious and burping is not quite as taboo as in Germany.
just the way I sit in the hotel room, it is in the afternoon and I'm not at work. Why? Well yes, I'm not indestructible, and eventually I had to yes times ne disease and one area here. Honestly, I had even the first week one, namely inflammation in the armpit, which I all the time possible in spite of all attempts was not happening. So I went to the doctor last week and told me that it was a fungal infection and prescribed me 4 different ones. They may have finally overcome the infection, but now all the useful Darmbazillen, so now I have to take with gastro-intestinal problems, a break from work. Since I do not take them off the drugs now, I can now take additional doses of bacilli to me; so that my digestive system returned to normal. Now sounds disgusting, but fortunately not so much because except mild abdominal pain and constant Klobesuchen is, in some ways it yet, so no nausea. Thank God, because I can not even nausea from. Well, now I hope that the chemistry does not flood again makes it worse. In short, the worst complaints I have been here so far is the medication. Irony of life.
Speaking disease. It's great how this all take care of me. All my colleagues and I do AIESEC aufaschwatzen their house of wisdom and now I have a good amount of interesting but sometimes contradictory recommendations and tips. They range from "Drinking lots of milk," about "trickle lime juice in milk, then the clear liquid and drink the milk that settles the fact" to "just do not drink milk." And then I have a colleague who is certified pranic healer, is a means for us Europeans slightly esoteric healing (Pranayana), which assumes the existence of auras and much to do with the combination of auras and energies. Well, so completely I trust this yet (mainly because almost all of my favorite foods are, according to this healing art known as negative energy that should be sparingly eat, something like milk, meat, whole grains), but I try to always to be bit by telling a little more. Maybe I will, if I am back in Germany, bring your auras back on track. Who knows? First I have to fix but my own again.
here to see if there are no images, it's because of the bad connection. My images are stacked up here already and I hope I can soon let you participate in them.
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