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Secret rulers and New Year's Day massacre!

martial title, I know, but after I did in my last blog entries even more reports about me than about the Indian life, I will now once again a few little anecdotes from the crazy city life of Mumbai Uebermolochs for you to write and keep you there through the whole thing starts with the same curiosity awakening hopefully Title ...

"The Germans have to learn again the killing!" Either way similar to a quote was from a few North American diplomat, I took up a few weeks ago on the Internet. The back story was that a bunch of Canadian soldiers in Afgahnistan came under fire by some crazy and rebels, because the Germans had not allowed for use in this area, and therefore not intervened, several Canadians lost their lives. Honestly, talk back and forth, I'm proud that "have forgotten how to kill in" "we Germans" apparently, so I took this quote with a certain joy, as a confirmation that we have learned from history that, even if that does not mean that I am not for Canadian soldiers are sorry.

But what has to do the whole thing with India? Well, not much. Maybe put a few people the question: Where in fact the Germans, as it was about? And if I am soon about New Year in Goa, then perhaps ask many a Animal rights activists: where Robert was actually the Neuhjahrsmassaker? If he can not intervene? But maybe I should back up a gear and you want to clear up what this is all about ...

all started on 24 December, when I left my house and through the slumartigen streets that surround it, walked. Then I had a bunch of kids meet with two giant goats. Yes, giant goat! No idea where these mutants had since such large goat I've never seen! Unfortunately, I had no camera with me to take these creatures, but I say unto you, with their brightly colored manes and shiny of crown Hoernerschmuck they looked like real kings of their kind Well, you do not have long advised that these goats to a holiday as the 24th expected ... correctly, the sweet death.

funny thing that here at all Christmas is celebrated, where there is but especially Hindus. But wait a minute: since when have Hindus eat meat or goat? This not only sounds strange, but in most cases wrong. Possibly the story of the goat, however, because the area where I live, is a Muslim area. Here it is teeming with women in burqa or chador and men with this typical Muslim head covering (a white hand-woven fabric cover) and in exact line of sight of our house is the biggest mosque in the Neighborhood. For me, the only one, initially tolerable, side effect: of course you share his devotion to the whole neighborhood, turned up by the prayer times the volume and loud prayed to Allah is that somehow always sounds again like an unhappy wailing, and to especially 6 clock in the morning is a little gewohenungsbefuertig. But later I wake up it was no longer on, it just always a little smile, if that inappropriate actions grief filled the street.

But back to the goats ... Why at all for Christmas? Well, I have not yet figured out well, but the fact is: it is a holiday and looking forward we know everyone, no matter what religion he / she also angehoert. Now it is thickness but for the poor goats: New Year is of course a very big party and so I put the last day a goat intensifying the migration set in my environment. Nearly everyone now on is a colorfully decorated goat and do not know what to expect. In our house the fitness room on the ground floor has now been turned into a goat pen, so that the exceptional immigrants there can still enjoy a few comfortable days. And 1 January, when the streets were then soaked in blood, she confronts the Animal rights activists may be the question: where was Robert, as the goats were massacred?

Well, I'm going to get a group together tonight with interns on a bus to drive 14 hours and overnight to Goa. And before I make my way, I would once again be hearing from me. And by the way: Goa is shaped Christian, because it was a portugisiesche province. I will stay there so the goats spared murder ...

Another interesting animal species, which is populated the streets of the big city dog, a breed not much of a mixture to be assigned, so to speak, without the typical Strassenkoeter master. A beneficial creatures because it decimates the rats, but disadvantageous at night. In common Indian Strassenkoeter slumbers namely, hidden during the day, a tyrant! While he was sleeping during the day Usually, locates on the roadside and wondering whether these animals live at all and not only dead lying around and it just takes care not, he is a master at night the streets. The crafty Rikshafahrer know that if night is a pack of dogs on the street, he does better in so many situations in a circle around them, as they try to wegzuhupen. And so is the night of Hundejaulen and met and whimpering of the noise, according to a lot of dogs die in this time by battles with rival gangs. Morning limping off many an animal with ugliness wounds along the streets before it then goes to sleep again in order to recover for the next night.

But now a small Nachweihnachtsbericht, in brief, for the impatient reader. My Christmas was unusual: summer temperatures, no family and nothing to seen on the streets, which could indicate a hard (except the few with masses goats), in short, no Christmas spirit. Advent and Nicholas are here by the way totally unknown. I was on a nice Christmas dinner together with other interns and then gabs in my apartment is a big party. Really typical homely and relaxing it was not, but still festive and a nice change from the other day.




Our Christmas Dinner Company



Our Weihachtsmann and Gift Ever divider Sunil




party at my place



Prashant and Adi, two cool-AIESEC Mumbai

On 25 I have a little trip to the World Press Photo exhibition made (see: new link on the right side) and was escorted to my surprise, at least 10 others Praktis. As expected, the show was worthwhile, although of course tend to prefer more down imperiously. See for yourself below mentioned link.



On the way to the exhibition ... and the next one more time ...



And now I wish you all a happy new year before I scoot back home and pack my things for Goa. On 3 January I'm back again and eventually the day, I will then leave again hear from me. Until then, enjoy the December and the subsequent (beautiful) pictures of the streets around my apartment complex ... Cheeeeeeeeers!

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Business Trip

With a cold but I'm happy again back in Mumbai, my Lieblingsmoloch. The last weekend I had the honor to hold a lecture to 23 long experience managers of my company a talk with them about Germany and carried out a cross-cultural training. Since the whole thing took place in Mumbai but in Hyderabad, I got flights and accommodation paid, and so once again had the opportunity to another, undisclosed location to visit me in this huge country.



first impression of Hyderabad: Wow! India's big city, but more quiet, clean, modern and drier air, in short, instantly likeable than Mumbai. It seems more and more, I fell from the outset in the greatest extreme when I arrived here in Mumbai. But do not worry: I do regret my life here but not in Mumbai.

is exciting in Hyderabad, two things characterize the city: computer science companies and Muslims, both seen here as a penny. The strong presence of Arab Muslims is historic on several dynasties Koenig , Lessen the area that had once fought and lived there for long. When the British left India and Hindustan in Pakistan, East Pakistan (now Bangladesh) and India divided it, no one knew what would happen to Hyderabad because the separation is a religion and Islam Hyderabad Hindu island in a surrounding areas of was. That it was now belongs to India rather a pragmatic solution, but obviously not a problem because bigger turmoil has not existed in Hyderabad as I know.

The town consists of modern department stores and places full of villas and the old districts, which looks like the whole architecture of her more like a city in the Middle East (or so I like such a imagine). In any case interesting. However, I was not alone, but, as with my Rajahstan Tour, accompanied by Ramona and Gabi, who held also lectures (and have given me along the way to access this occasion). In the evening we were invited unexpectedly to a Christmas party to another IT firm where foreign interns watered this company with a lot of alcohol and loud music on a stylish roof terrace life. I was not long on such a cool party. Wow! Thanks to a great bed in the hotel, and enough time to rest my cat fell from a little less ...





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So the weekend was really nice. Now I work for 2 weeks and then it goes from uebers New Year in Goa. No later than New Year is there so new reports un pictures. For the meantime, there are now some wonderful pictures of the slums around my house and look further out on the town, fired from the roof of the building (on which we must soon rise times can be a little barbecue party). At my place the way, I've been really good and got used even if the residential complex is surrounded by dirty, it can be here quite reasonable and above all live relatively well connected. Look around you ...






I wish you all happy Christmas days, cool gifts, happiness and all that you otherwise can not wish this (a lot). Celebrates beautiful ... Your

Robert

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jaaaaaaa! It feels good to finally surf again on a fast data stream! This Internet cafe here near my new place, finally has a capable connection and now I want to use to visually vollzuspammen you with all the pictures that have accumulated for me in recent weeks ... in this long dry spell with sub-2kB-Connections ... So get ready for visual over-stimulation, or simply just watching instead of always just my yard long tirades read (Apropos: thanks for the patience, but no thank you to who are too lazy, D). Let's go ...



dinner in the hotel room ... from left to right: Simon, Nitesh, May, and I



subsequent celebration ...



and poses ...



And again poses ... Ana, May, Why do I always forget that name only?, Magda, Simon, Nitesh



No, this is not a gay Paaerchen! In India, keep men who are good friends, like to the hand or even closer ... a colleague told me recently that is because that they had until marriage as little physical contact with women because you satisfy his need for physical proximity to that same way, but completely asexual. Whether it's true? No idea ... somehow it always looks as sweet.



henna hand painting a la India ... Looks better than in Germany, right? It really is the original!



My two favorite hotel employees ... asks me not by name ... I can well remember more, but in the beginning all the names sound too strange to realize they are; D



I've probably already mentioned, but I'll probably have to repeat again: the cow is the highest priority road users. Normally, the stronger the shots, but makes a cow even the local bus lot, even on the highway ... that's really laid back



Mumbai Downtown ... the sea promenade (Marine Drive)



Ah yes, finally, I was again in the 5-star hotel in one of the hottest clubs in town on the guest list for free and celebrate ... This is the lobby and the man next to Ana Maria and May is Juan, a Spaniard who earns his money with exotic guitar accompaniment to the clean atmosphere (and incidentally every day for free the best buffet I've ever experienced, enjoys).



On the left: Mridul, my favorite room-mates, a true Punjabi and computer programs-in-German translator. With the guy here, I sometimes hours until late into the night discussing about music, movies, our different views and policies. Too bad he now lives in the far east of the city and I in the West. To the right: Manish, the man against whom I have no chance in table tennis, although I've been training almost daily in the hotel!



magnificent building, right? It is the Mumbai police headquarters ... since, the German police But take even a role model ...



After the cricket match: Nitesh, at all my favorites are (with the Cricket Schlager), and a few hotel employees (by the way very cool) ...



classified in many parts of a business to the next and many sell their goods easily from one level built in the middle of the road, like this: colorful as ever ... by the way: men dress for our taste, relatively "normal", while women wear traditional clothes, almost always. This is usually a salwar, a very long, by the side slit shirt that is more like a dress, including Pajama, light fabric pants and VERY IMPORTANT a large cloth that wraps around the chest and shoulders. It's usually choose the combination of very colorful, while men are more modest colors ... the women's clothes I find the way, really nice here ... sometimes a little flashy, but the nice thing is that the cut makes it look elegant, almost every woman, even if they do not Modelkoerper. Speaking of saris often seen, of course, but they are belly-free, which in turn fails in many cases rather very inelegant ...



And finally, two impressions from the road ...



That's all there hopefully soon ... I hope soon to an Internet connection at home to have and then there are aussenrum pictures of new stall in the slums and my new roommates ...

I greet you all with all my heart. Over There chills me not there, now cold in Berlin. I think of you!

Au revoir, mes ami (e) s.

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Manga: Dragon Ball


The story describes the turbulent life of the protagonist, Son Goku from his childhood (12) up to the age of 45 years. Son-Goku lives alone in the wilderness and has - apart from his adoptive grandfather, who at this time is already dead - never seen another human being. Goku has a human appearance, but has extraordinary power and has a monkey tail. At the sight of the full moon he turns into an ape monster, this can not affect. One day he meets the 16-year-old Bulma, a city girl who is in school holidays to find the seven Dragon Balls. The Dragon Balls are magical Crystal balls, with which one can summon the sacred dragon Shenlong that meets any one wish. Since Goku is one of the Dragon Balls owned and does not want to leave this Bulma, he finally decides to accompany them on their journey. From then on, he experienced many adventures in which he penetrated mainly with his martial art and has thus always stronger. At first is mainly still the athletic aspect of the fight in the foreground, associated as the Son-Goku several times a Tenkaichi Budokai, a tournament that is held by Buddhist monks on a remote island, attended by all major martial artist in the world. Later, Son-Goku's opponent However, more powerful and evil and it is less about the athletic competition and more about saving the world, the universe and eventually the whole this world and the hereafter. The Dragon Balls come here more and more into the background and are ultimately only a relatively insignificant by-item, which is used as a matter of course to play after the heavy losses fighting the fallen comrades life.

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It is one of the best manga in Japan and is very popular in Germany. Many people from Germany to read it. I myself was also crazy about this manga. There is very old, but it is still fantastic for me and can read it again and again. It's funny, exciting, brutal, sad story! All in one manga! Cool? Who has not read it yet, you must read it yet. It's not just for children but for adults. Age from approximately 12 to 99! : P

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Now that I have successfully uploaded my old stuff (no photos, but after all), I should now tell a bit of news, even if those are not very many.

Let loose in the apartment. Now that I have now spent almost months in my hotel, it is now time look for a permanent home. Normally, the AIESEC members provide here is for all interns to find something, but now today when I finally was allowed to first have a look at proposed apartment, I was disappointed. It began well: in the vicinity of a large street with many shops, a good starting position. But then: the way to the apartment complex! With each meter that I left through the small side street of the great ones, I moved deeper into an ever-area slums. This becomes ultimately always felt in the gaze of people. Downtown I feel unobserved, but in simple areas, I feel clear again and again for what I am an attraction here. Anyway, we come to the house. For here it was better. A relatively new large housing complex is shielded by security people, the ordinary people Of ignition. You feel always and again that this is a two-or multi-tier society. Then ... a fancy elevator, looks good. But then the apartment, 6 people, 2 per bedroom (of which there are 2) and 2 in the living room, or more precisely, only one in the living room and then the "bed" which for me is there. However, one can not really call Said frame a bed, a wooden rather Rueckenzerstoererpritsche. No thanks! Moreover, relatively messy. No, somehow it is not. Conclusion: I must have look for yourself something and fast! Let's see what place this way. I will report ...

Chapter 2: Dancing, dancing ...
Finally: disco in Mumbai! Thanks to the right connection I'm on the guest list. Hidden in a residential area close to the back of an upscale hotel is the entrance to the place of desire. People queue to, look like typical Partygaenger: stylishly dressed, cool. Seems to ever be a Prolosache. Good. It is 23 clock, the disco is empty. I'm surprised, because ultimately the scales do here already close by 3. Prices are sick or just serge says that in Germany, which I do not think ok, because who is going to afford this? Yet this is yes. By high prices closes one of those you will not here. The price you pay for it really only be "between themselves". The profit margin must be great. Well, at least I had to pay only 15 € entrance and collect more and more Praktis. The music is cool, finally. When one here listens to the radio or can I watch Indian MTV, we see the same Popmatsch that we have in Germany, just music for the simple mind. Here it is better and the mixture is fun: 50% Indian music, 50% of what we know so, and: the Indian music rocks. Hip-hop or electro with country-specific influences. Can I recommend. After I was dancing since ancient times for the first time again, I felt a little stiff at first, but after 3 hours I was completely in my element. You know me, once I started, I hear no longer. I here would like to Andrew, my favorite party rockers (Hey Andson, haste Jeles dat?). Oh, and who would have thought, especially "Hot" it's not her, but all have fun and the funny foreigners, which are so close together in dance course certainly many looks. ; D happy again.

Chapter 3: National Sports in practice ...
It was finally time for me to understand not only cricket but also play. So last weekend it went on to the nearest sports shop to get a simple Cricketschlaeger and a few balls. This racket is even cooler than a baseball bat, more like a board to Waescheschlagen beautiful and difficult. Does what martial. I then played with Nitesh and all the hotel staff in the hotel car park. As the experts may know, there is a small target in cricket the three Holzstaeben to meet, in which the batsman stands with his bat and tries to chip away the ball. If he succeeds, he can start running on a 20 meter long course and for every path he makes, the ball is returned them, there is a point. But if one of the bars hit the batsman is out and is replaced until the team has no more. Then the other on it and have to make more points. This is now much easier, but it makes sort of. But now the practice, for to take ball is lighter than I thought and makes animal fun. The ball is to hit really hard in the right direction. Throwing is also funny, although I have since refused all beautiful. The hotel had a lot of guys have fun and with all Force and as we threw a wooden chair instead of the three Holzstaebe used this was shot after 2 hours of game pieces in which the hotel manager, who arrived then, was not particularly funny. Since then I have not come about, but I am pleased to have the next time.

Chapter 4: Indian hospitality.
The weekend, which is just ending was a nice. On Saturday evening I was invited by my boss to her parents and was the first time non-Aueslaender visited at home. Her parents were really nice and made me of course crammed with all sorts of goodies. I was told I may in no case "No" to say, so I later "Rather not," said to me to keep from Nachauserollen. We laughed a lot and I was told again of Hinduism. I am beginning to look increasingly gaining acceptance, although this is not simply the many gods and stories. Today was a whole group of trainees and invited me to an AIESEC here back home to a bit in the swimming pool of the housing complex where he lives to paddle. The water was freezing and we were laughed at, because the Indians could not imagine that we Aueslaender in India anything colder will find as they could, so I created the theory that we have in our lifetime simply not recorded enough temperature, the to tolerate much cold. Convincing that was not, but still entertaining. Then we were by his parents with food verwohent and I had to once again find that homemade food is better than the restaurant. Again, I was declared Hinduism and slowly I get more and more people with my accumulated knowledge to impress. Who does not love when a Aueslaender understand their own culture and knows? A relaxed Sunday and now I'm sitting here ...

Last Chapter: riots!
4 days ago it was here in Mumbai in some places very nice round. A month ago, were in a small village 300 kilometers from Mumbai, a number of people killed due to a low caste family brought by relatives of a higher caste and raped the women. The relatives of the lower caste, then to the neighboring village It marched to the Uebeltaetern revenge, but were prevented by the police. Eventually the police had in all sorts of local villages in the state increased presence shows and after last week, the memorial to a well-known in disputes of these lower caste was damaged, it was here in Mumbai to violent outbursts that appealed especially to public transportation and police. Several buses and trains were set on fire and there were 4 deaths and many injured in the riots. In some small village located in the neighborhood, a two-day curfew imposed and now everything is quiet. I have not even noticed by all this, only from the newspapers and news about it and I was glad. But it may be that here again soon breaks out, the problem is not solved: Many people feel the state and not protected or respected the power of order and see no other way than of violent resistance. The next hot day is in just over a week. As an important holiday, and thousands said caste is meeting here in Mumbai. May it be peaceful. I wish you all here.

Well, now enough of the reports. I'm sitting in an internet cafe and my stomach growls. I greet you all with all my heart. Stay tuned! You are the best!

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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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Disco Night Gallery



"This celebrates Munich, Night Gallery"

I go often to the disco "Night Gallery" A ticket costs only € 7 when you reveal to the severely handicapped. There are 3 departments. One of only pure hip-hop, for a mixed Musics, one for pop, I think! : D This club is my favorite place, where you can really partying. I go almost every month this disco! It's just awesome. The drink prices are from 0,50 €. eg Jagermeister 0.2 oz costs only 50 cents. A Jim Beam and cola 0.2l costs only 1.50 €! Or GEIL? : D

If you are interested to go to this disco, please contact me. together we can go there! no problem! ;)