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A normal Saturday of a 30+

8 Dez

Yesterday was Saturday. Off work. A perfect day to do plenty of things. Such were my thoughts.

So I went to Surfari Fashion Store in Zurich to meet up with some friends, planned to do some candle dipping (didn’t manage) and some serious tea-rum drinking (managed 2 cups only, fortunately, I have to say).

As I was sitting on a bottle crate talking to a friend, a guy entered the shop, in desperate need of a toilet: Can I PLEEEEAAAASE use the loo? he asked in a pressed voice. Yes he could. He was gone for quiet a while. When he came back, I asked him, if he had a good time at the loo. He laughed and answered: That was a loooooooong shit. And went outside, dedicating himself to some more and very serious candle dipping.

I was delighted by his brashness and joined him outside to observe his candle making skills. Turned out he was a crazy (and very drunk), but absolutely hilarious South African dude working and living in Zurich, coming from a beer drinking marathon and actually on the way to watch a soccer game. FCZ. Or something like that. Anyway, he got caught up with the candles in between and found it fascinating.

As soon as he was done, he smiled at everyone, smiled some more, said thousands thanks and happily dashed off to pursue his original plan of watching the soccer game.

At that point I just thought: I love Zurich.

Next stop was my friends place. We planned to cook some green thai curry and then go for pre-party drinks and then go to a party nearby – called Glitter Gwitter – or freely translated into English: Glitter Storm.

We managed the dinner part, then started talking and talking and talking until it was too late for pre-party-drinks. Suddenly we both started yawning and yawning and yawning and questioned our plan to go out dancing. Really? I mean, REALLY? It was just midnight and we were talking of just going to sleep.

How old are we? Freaking young 31. What the hell? But still, we couldn’t stop yawning. The solution? We put two papers (party time or bed time) into a pot. I picked a paper and it was PARTYTIME!

So we felt ready to go out and party hard …. for exactly 5 minutes …. then the yawning started again.

Ok, we’re old. Defeated.

We talked some more and decided to go to bed in spite of the paper saying loud and clear that we should be out and about.

I left and wanted to take the night bus. Would be 30 min home. I waited. The bus came. I asked the bus driver if he drives to Bellevue. He pondered my question a few seconds and said yes. So we drove and drove and drove and Bellevue was nowhere to be seen. But Schlieren, a suburb of Zurich.

Asked the driver why he told me that he was driving to Bellevue when he was not? He just smiled and said: I do, it’s the final destination in the other direction. Relax and enjoy the free tour around Zurich.

Ahhhh, very funny. Did I already mention I was dead-tired? Well, I managed to get home with a 45 minute delay and fell asleep right away.

Woke up at 9 am. Felt very hungover. In spite of only 2 small cups of tea rum somewhen during the previous afternoon. REALLY?

Oh well, as I said, definitely getting old…

Infinity or a grain of sand in the desert…

10 Nov

Sometimes, I try to understand how big the universe is. Or how vast the ocean. things like that. I try, my mind very still, just try to FEEL that incomprehensible bigness of everything. Of course, I don’t manage to understand. But I do get a (very) brief glimpse of it. It’s a very overwhelming feeling to be on the brink of understanding, you know the understanding is there, but you just can’t grab it. Same if you try to imagine „infinity“. You try not to think of any kind of a border, impossible.

One time I was surfing alone at a beach in Bali. Just me and the ocean. And as I was sitting there in the water, a storm was brewing, the sky heavy and grey, the water unruly I felt so brutally tiny, like a grain of sand in the desert. And the vastness, the weight of the water, the whole ocean pressed down on me. I lasted half an hour then that feeling just got too much to bear…

And then, sometimes, when I’m surrounded by thousands of people in the city, or when I’m walking through a deserted neighborhood, I try to imagine all those peoples lifes at once. Millions of different stories, different fates, emotions… Again, just impossible.

But I just like doing that.Image

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Random conversations…

3 Nov

I eavesdropped this conversation a while ago when i was sitting in a tram in Zurich, staring out of the window. A woman behind me said to another woman sitting opposite to her: „I REALLY don’t understand WHY people have a dog when they already have a child. It’s not necessary to have a dog when you already have a child. I DON’T have children, THAT’s WHY I chose to have a dog.“ … She really meant that. That was a serious conversation.

I think, I don’t have to say anything more to that. I still can’t believe that conversation really happened… hahahaha… oh well…

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500 years later…

22 Jul

A few days ago I went to the lake for a stand up paddle session. The whole building of the bath where i had my board is built on stilts, so the water is right below. Really enjoyed the session but was already late for work. Back in the locker room I grabbed my Jeans and „klooooiiinnngg“ – heard something drop on the floor and falling through the duckboards. My appartment key. Gone. Lying on the bottom of the lake. And my flatmate on holidays for three weeks. Already imagined myself sleeping under a bridge 😉 Managed to organise a spare key. How many keys must lie beside mine on the bottom of the lake already? In 500 years, when the lake has dried out and archaeologists are digging for little treasures, they will find a spot full of keys. What questions will they ask themselves? Why are there so many keys in one spot? Was it a weird tradition of the people back in the days? Nope, simple answer: Just stupid people loosing their keys due to carelessnes 😉