He was like sparkling bubbles, being stared from Michelangelo Square, mixed with the humid yet dry smell of Arno river, with sober yet drunk taste of blushing alcohol, floating over the red cupola of Florence Cathedral in either dark morning or dazzling night.
Bubbles broke. It became in the end soap water.
Shining soap water, but just soap water.
Because of knee injury while hiking I have been on sick leave for one week already.
I limped last night in the rain to the pizza imbiss downstairs, only for a cola which costs 2,5 euro for 1L. My neighbor who was having cigarette break at the entrance had to hold the door for me. It was not the first time I did so – cannot help myself buy a bottle of cold cola at late night only to solve my thirst problem in an optimal way.
My friends can’t understand why I’m so obsessed to cola. The same as most of them do not understand why I am so obsessed to a certain of life style.
It’s maybe, I assume, just because like opium in cola or opium in the air of freedom.
When I think, that people argue bullshit everyday to suffer another eight hours in order to make some money, which is not really equivalent to how much they’ve pushed the civilization forward, then to squander those money into something, which pathetically mankind cannot enjoy naturally because they are mankind, for example, following the lane back and forth in swimming pools, or moving Z-shaped to the mountain top, to use the sticks poke the soil and show off that they love nature. But nature is just there. It does not love back. It does not care. When would human beings don’t care and stop showing off?
I’m comin’ home, I’ve done my time
Now I’ve got to know what is and isn’t mine
If you received my letter telling you I’d soon be free
Then you’ll know just what to do if you still want me
If you still want me
Whoa, tie a yellow ribbon ’round the old oak tree
It’s been three long years, do you still want me? (still want me)
If I don’t see a ribbon ’round the old oak tree
I’ll stay on the bus, forget about us, put the blame on me
If I don’t see a yellow ribbon ’round the old oak tree
Bus driver, please look for me
‘Cause I couldn’t bear to see what I might see
I’m really still in prison and my love, she holds the key
A simple yellow ribbon’s what I need to set me free
I wrote and told her please
Whoa, tie a yellow ribbon ’round the old oak tree
It’s been three long years, do you still want me? (still want me)
If I don’t see a ribbon ’round the old oak tree
I’ll stay on the bus, forget about us, put the blame on me
If I don’t see a yellow ribbon ’round the old oak tree
Now the whole damn bus is cheerin’ and I can’t believe I see
A hundred yellow ribbons ’round the old oak tree
I’m comin’ home, umm-hmm
(Tie a ribbon ’round the old oak tree)
(Tie a ribbon ’round the old oak tree)
(Tie a ribbon ’round the old oak tree)
(Tie a ribbon ’round the old oak tree)
…
(Tie a ribbon ’round the old oak tree)
(Tie a ribbon ’round the old oak tree)
(Tie a ribbon ’round the old oak tree)
(Tie a ribbon ’round the old oak tree)
豆瓣fm居然给我推荐梁朝伟+李宇春版的《十年》，真是奇怪的组合。
不过也由于是不熟悉的声音唱熟悉的歌曲，所以才注意到歌词。（不然只会只注意到旋律）
不假，许多歌曲的歌词都是阅历越深越能品出来，前提是作词者阅历比听歌者阅历丰富，这是必须的。
这两天和sbp讨论gopro的事情，又把之前在马赛宿舍拍的延时视频拿出来看。最近真的特别想念马赛……还有马赛的人。
我在2014年夏末初秋来到马赛，六个月之后就搬到德国。一直到现在在德国毕业后依旧留在这里。我在马赛住在火车站对面大学里学校分配的宿舍楼。宿舍楼很大很高，一面靠山，一面临海。每一层的公共阳台则在海山之间。我和他在这个阳台上度过过很多个晚上。他抽烟，烟就在海、山、星星之间转。海上还有船，即使在黑夜里，有时也会有船笛的声音。宿舍很小，阳台很冷，却有很多个值得怀念的日子。
我搬离马赛之前的那个晚上，我们故作轻松发信息。谁知道其实他就在外面阳台上抽烟。我看到他后说 挺冷的，你回家吧。他说好。
今晚偶然听到《十年》，发现歌词贴切得很。
怀抱既然不能逗留
何不在离开的时候
一边享受 一边泪流
再也找不到拥抱的理由
情人最后难免变为朋友
周六一早在比上班略晚的一点的起床时间醒来（7点多一点），睡了个迷迷瞪瞪的回笼觉。睡到实在睡不着的时候，起床，洗澡。打开音乐，是California Dreaming。
我在纸上写下今天要去超市买的食品：
米
鸡蛋
土豆
黄瓜
鸡肉
速食
水果
饮料
前段时间读山本文绪的《然后，我就一个人了》，此时深有共鸣。
我大概不算是恐婚主义者，更算不上仇婚。只是如果有一天我选择和另一个人一起生活，一定需要很大的勇气去说服自己放弃这般软塌塌的生活。
大多数人都认为电话客服是个十分枯燥的职业。
可是在周五的晚上10点钟，这位1und1公司的技术接线员接待一个把路由器设置错误、说着笨拙的德语、因为已经没有网一个月之久而变得火急火燎的我的时候，当他十分耐心一步一步引导我排除故障并重新设置设备的时候，当最后一步完成他让我随便点个网页看是否有网的时候，当我在电话里欢快的跟他说太好了终于有网了的时候，他说：Das ist was ich hören will!!!
这份成就感让我觉得这份工作没那么差。
我很想记住他的名字并且再次感谢他，可是在电话里记住德国人的名字对我来说可能永远不可能吧。。。
今天在卡鲁市的Agentur für Arbeit 注册了。拿到个证明，等到这个学期结束不再是学生的时候，就正式成为一名“失业者”。回到德国之后自己办理各种事物，身份的转变，延签证，问保险，再去跑这样的预约，努力用德语沟通，虽然现在工作还看不到希望，但是一切都井井有条，也终于开始认真自学德语。
想到以后人家问：“Was machst du beruflich?” 的时候，可以光明正大地说：“arbeitslos” 也是件没什么丢脸的事儿呢。
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I’ve just read an article from BBC. This job looks so promising but still competitive. 😀
Actually today there was a new idea about “the job that you’d like to do” popped up when I was in the queue waiting for purchasing a Yufka, which cost me 2,50 euro.
Which is, i would like to be a Dönnerfleisch fleshing gal. <– the person who uses that kind of machine to flesh Dönnerfleisch out of that machine which is sticking with a stick of Dönnerfleisch.
I don’t think it’s an easy job.