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I hope my first post works as I want and you can even announce general conditions ...

Have noticed that after I know how many mails at home on really do not know who did what I actually wrote? Can even be that I suddenly unzusammen related things so Schwafel ... no, I did not tell his tale! :)

sufficiently justified! today's my day:

Because today is Shrove Monday and God-has-thanks to the last week of February (thanks god - Haha - maybe I'll really religious, but later come to me), the children were celebrating a small party. Well, the mail is not currently being addressed. With loud music from East-17 (on tape - * haha *), the kiddies have wiggled wildly with her bottom. ... Leider mussten einige still sitzen, da Tanzen bei den ukrainischen Orthodoxen anscheinend verboten ist.... poor dogs! But was a little Querolant among them who has absorbed a few sweets, but swinging his hipbone.

After a half hour party time, we went for me again back to the "Wetschehaus" - ie orphanage. ... aso explain in advance is:

I work in Romania for the charity Eisenstadt, it has built in Petroasa Mare (near Lugoj, near the middle of nowhere), two orphanages. One thing is for the little kiddies (the "Wetschehaus" - an old rectory of the local Catholic church) and the other is for 11 to 18 year old named "Elizabeth House". I work in both houses and jump because of the daily up and down a street ...



Yes, the village - watch out: http://www.wetschehausen.com/product_2.html There is indeed no bus (ie no Public transport), but it has the small humble town a home ... what the hell?

So back to the events of the day:
around 18:00 I walking back to the well-heated Wetschehaus and eat my daily soup supper ... After that is still played briefly with the kids - the little prabbeln me always and still have not checked that I understood nothing but okay. My cross-retarded smile I've just perfected good as my broken-Romanian. (How much more to Italian cooking can reminds of the Simpsons * hehe *)
Afterwards we get in my little room where I lay down then my books ... I am currently attending a scarf to knit .... first it should be a cap (Pajula), but she is either too small or too big ... my head whatever ... Now, a scarf ... unfortunately runs out of wool ... Sauch may be a muff, or Moff (as they say as Mama?)

My other highlights, I can think straight (almost) one-month stay this way:

• Have noticed at that here are more dogs than people. (There is the Annie would not be happy:) * hihi *)
• I was bitten by a child - in the left forearm ... was God-is-thanks without mental or pysische result!
• Must go to church every Sunday - yuhuu ... 3 visits have been behind me and one better than the other ... even if the small worst impacts are sitting at one, no peace ... Can not they warn me, that they are not careful, because I myself always have a book with Dostoevsky and secretly les;)
• Was last week for the first time in the town of Lugoj ... I'd peed on joy. Despite heavy snowfall and freezing temperatures umbedint times I wanted to explore the city. After a sobering Sightseeing with the favorite teacher "Tanti-Mari", to me at first, the Catholic Church, griech.orthodoxe then the church, then the Greek Catholic, then the Jewish ... has shown, we went short in a supermarket and I bought bananas wuhuu * *. The city looks like a mix between the well and market a variety of junk shops. No culture, a tourist - that is nothing worth seeing ... very fall ... but well, the weather was real shit ... On Wednesday another attempt.
• further strikes me that a non gachn:)

any case, were the first couple of days to die, then came acceptance. I turn my head on autopilot, join any cross-moronic shit and smile every face. Cash talks about interesting things I have not done a long time, and so I go off the most. Most can not speak German here (no mention of English) ... so I fight myself every day with my Romanian by ... God--thanks, love gives Tanti-Mari, which can be a German-Rumänenin is right and good German. Say she is my new girlfriend, but already more than 50 years, an old weaver, missing the period Ceauscesco's Communist leadership and told me most uninteresting things any ... but I who have to talk.

In any case, I'm lookin like a Leebkuchenpferdchen on news and news from home and take refuge in a day the virtual world around me there to obtain my freedom ...

rejoice dua i Mi a again: Packerl vo da mom:), again home Fahrn - 12 hours of Romanian party bus people (packed overcrowded with no lights - sweat, heat, food scraps) * wuhuu *, at home, again first cold beer friends again two months refuge with friends (thanks co, thanks sara and lisi, thanks david schnecki)

so gata! Eu merg la camera mea .... citesc si dorm - tu intel, Annie:)

notice and you: a sti este puteria! (Knowledge is power)

PS: Hey Dad, hopefully find my blog;)