Did I miss something?

If there is something I missed about the continent while being in Ireland was all the cheap flying.

For some reason I remembered how cheap it was to fly within Europe each time I was taking the train to Galway. Having to pay more than 50 bucks to go and return from Galway to Dublin is something I totally considered a rip off. It wasn't even a nice train. In the winter one was freezing and if it was warmer then you'd be boiling.

So back in the continent, I start thinking of two possible destinations while my work situation gets sorted. So I pick, Barcelona and Budapest to start.

Last time I booked a flight to Budapest, in August I paid 35 Euro for a return ticket from Amsterdam. But I missed something since then... I don't know if it is the oil prices or what, but I wasn't able to find any ticket to Budapest from anywhere in Germany, Netherlands or Belgium for less than 150 bucks.

I'm scared. Being single I have a flying habbit I must be able to mantain.

Will it be Munich?

I just flew in from Munich. Met tons of interesting people at a networking event and had an interview for a job that seems to be almost custom made for me. Will it be? We shall see... It was simply so exciting to be back into a world so similar to the one I miss so much. Munich? Dublin... ay ay ay C'est la vie. Good things come to those that wait.

Of course I am loaded with a gazillion travel anecdotes, some of the Maria things that happen to me, like non of my cards being readable and surviving in Munich for three days and 20 bucks? Almost missing the plane twice? Petyo it already sounds like it.

So Dublin...

I had heard about this movie from someone in Dublin when it won an Oscar. Someone else told me the story and on my last day in Galway I saw posters of the winners with the award and a big smile. They were in the cover of many magazines, and that day in Galway I entered a music store on the side of Shop St. The music was there and it made me want to see it.

It is brilliant, it is so Dublin, so Ireland... It makes me remember the non professional reason why I landed in that island. I miss Ireland still. I miss my reasons to be in Ireland a bit; but as life goes on, tomorrow I am off to Munich. Maybe there is the chance of a lifetime.

Watch Once, it's worth it.




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Could I actually miss Irish men?

I spent my last week in Ireland swearing of Irish men. Why? Well... with decent enough experience and of course in danger of doing a terrible generalization, I think Irish men tend to vanish. What!?

Maybe it is more than Irish men, but having been in several countries, this is the first time that such a thing happens to me and girls around so damn often.

Well... My boyfriend for 8 months did it, suddenly disappeared... the one for a month, same action... the one for few weeks, same action... and even the one that was only there for a few days. I met them all in different places, they are not related at all to eachother, they don't have the same jobs (sctors, barmen, investment bankers, IT men, musicians, marketers, designers...). Nothing else in common but being Irish... from Dublin, Roscommon, Galway, Cork... all the same.

I learned it fast: If an Irish guy says he will call on x day, and he doesn't, start thinking of the replacement... wait about a week and you have a definite answer, chances are that within the week he will call and act like nothing is wrong, but this is unlikely. It is totally irrelevant if you just met in a pub last week or of you are together for several months and have met his family, friends and you are already dreaming of a house with him. It seems you simply don't have the right to know what is going on unless you figure it out yourself. Yes, it was all brilliant, and suddenly it is like someone turns the switch and everything goes to hell. So it is better to immediately forget the human being in question, give it as little importance as possible, do not wonder (no matter what has to be done to achieve this one) and move on as soon as possible.

To my experience with Irish men, they are experienced practicioners of emotional terrorism, so once they are bored, found someone else, or whatever, they treat you like crap so you have to do the dirty work instead of facing the music to their actions; and for what I spoke with other Irish women, this is a general practice (!) which has taken many of them to do the triology practice often (or NY dating style which is not my style but seems to work fine for many), and according to other Irish men:

a)They accept it, and they have done it several times.
b)They tell me I am picking the wrong ones (these always ended up wanting to have something with me)

Some people reading might see my point and some others may not, but in any case, I learnt well in Ireland that I want a guy who has the balls to dump me properly and with a legitimate reason rather than vanishing, or telling lies when I break up with him for which I will find out the truth anyways. Things like "I don't feel anything anymore", "I am bored", "I met someone else", "I am back with my ex", "Actually, I have a girlfriend" amongs others, are legitimate reasons. Some more painful than others, but I would 100% prefer to hear any of these if they are truth rather than "We want different things in life but I swear I have never been with anyone else, I mean actually I am not even sure I am doing the right thing not being with you because you are so amazing". Even if you decide to belive it, it won't take too long to meet some girl randomly in town that works in the same place as he does and tells you he knows him, he has been chasing her for a while, she doen't like him but she shares the story that he swore he had broken up with his girlfriend (you) for her. Oh yes! Ireland is that small of an island! She shares the feeling with you that he is a terrible terrible man. Awesome, you actually knew it. At that point it doesn't matter anymore either.

So well... with such stories... could I be blamed to decide to take Irish men for friends for the rest of my life? They are great friends and terrible boyfriends to my experience so... And I guess it is not about being Irish (probably it happens every where), andit is not aout being a man either (girls also disappear or nevers answer back)... but anyways... the point in all this is why I suddenly miss them, Irish men.

I am landing in Belgium... as soon as I land I notice everything is again in Dutch... it seems that the 9 months in Dublin never happened... I am carrying a huge back pack and my purse. I get to the belt, and I load the whole 100Kg of my suitcases in a trolley all 3 huge bags of them (I was still so wasted from the last night in Dublin that I forgot one of them so I had to go ack to Brussels to pick up 20Kgs of clothes). I got them in the train, I got them off to change trains in Brussels midi. I could barely move. It took me 20 minutes to move 40 meters with all my stuff. Being in the main hall I was unable to move anymore... I am 48Kgs heavy and was dragging close to 100Kgs. I considering asking for help. No one even looks at me. I see the security men... they see me, as I am about to speak, they walk faster. I see some station personnel, and I ask for help. They cannot help me because that is not their job but they point me to the luggage area 30 meters ahead. "This would have never happened in Ireland!" I thought to myself realizing if one person dragged one of the trolley bags with me I could make it. I kicked the trolley to the luggage area, where another man looked at me funny, and after saying... I only need to get to platform three, he said he would try to find someone. So he did. A man appeared with a trolley, took my bags, dumped them on the platform and charged me 5 euro. In ICE I arrive to Germany. I am getting off and the driver closes the train doors. It gets into a battle in which I use my XXL bag which is almost my size in the middle of the door, so there is no way he can close while I can get my bags off the train. He didn't care I was screaming "Meine Taschen sind immer noch drin! Moment mal!". And as I achieved this, I repeated the brave action of getting a ca with all bystanders watching. Of course I loaded the cab on my own while the cabbie watched.

So it hit me. My last boyfriend was so nice to me before he turned into a pumpkin (turning into a pumpkin is the term Haley and I coined to determine the moment when an Irish man transforms from prince charming into a total bastard without any notice) that he wouldn't let me carry my own sandwish to the table. How many times in Dublin the cabbie helped me with my groceries, my luggage... How many times a man gave up his seat for me in a pub. How many times was I not told I am beautiful? How many times did I not make friends randomly in a pub? It hit me... I left all that behind in Ireland.

So I got home... it was Sunday and everything was closed. I missed Ireland yet a bit more. I went to an empty pub, so I didnt feel like drinking. Monday... same thing. I remembered here people only go out in the weekends. This was not a pub, it is a Kneipe. And in the city I didn't find anyone as cute or charming as any of my Irish boys. Damn...

And I missed him just for a fraction of a second. And I did what by all means I avoided the last three months: I wondered: What went wrong? Everything is so different again. Life starts on a new page again, and his name is not going to come anymore when I thought he'd be there until "The End".

Oh yes.... moving on. New blog design coming up for a new time in life.

Slán agat Eire

Expiring for love is about the most ridiculous thing I could do now...

Trusting someone else's potential is just as silly as putting your destiny to the flip of a coin.

Tested many times and always ended in chaos. The desicion is made.

You cannot defy your own nature or someone else's just because of love. Too... fleeting. Impossible actually. Maybe I just became someone like them. They won in that sense. The cinicism on the topic is overwhelming.

I am leaving soon... maybe to come back, maybe not...

In the window... as options:

Dublin, Stokholm and Munich.

As certainties: Cologne, Budapest and St. Petersburg. With all the people that are certain but not taken for granted. Not those that have potential to be, but those that are.

Slán agat Eire. See you soon.

Should I stay or should I go?

The Clash is in my head, singing to the question I am asking for too many things today. Ireland: Ireland... Should I stay or should I go? Him... Ireland... Should I stay or should I go?

Listen and read: Should I stay or should I go?

Stay:
I only start to discover the country and culture.
Industry of my interest is booming here.
The economy is stable and there are many jobs.
Music scene and party scene is brilliant.
You can find all the stuff from across the ocean.
English speaking.
A man that could have potential
People are really friendly.


Go:
Work permit, it binds me to a working field when I am considering a career shift.
Too expensive to live.
The weather is terribly sad.
All clothes look British (even Italian brands) and are ridiculously large or for chicks with no butt.
Men all those that randomly disappear that here, there are too many
People rarely connect.

Walk on the beach

Prices, prices... what a scary thing

Ireland and its prices has me horrified. My Dutch Euros are flying at top speed, and most of the time I wonder how. I swear I have stayed away from designer shops and anything related to Stephens Green Mall, Grafton Street or Wicklow Street (where I had the bad luck to discover two two stories temptations on the tags of Tommy Hilfiger and Camper). I swear I have stayed off the most expensive alcoholic drinks in the bar (no Cosmo, Long Island Ice Tea, etc.). I swear I even cook most of the days (only eating out once a week in Brasserie 66, and once in Starbucks), and still.

It is always a bit harder in the first month of a new country, so I try to chill.

I mean... I remember in AI we would cook with tons of peppers (better known as paprika) as they are tasty and cheap, and just yesterday as I was planning to cook chilli, I found peppers in the supermarket. How much were they? 1.20 per pepper. I was astonished. I had already stayed away from Fresh, where all the fancy people shop and everything looks immaculate and pay way too much for the same thing, and yet this pepper was an absolute vegetarian delicacy compared to Dutch or German prices.

So what to do if you are in Germany and you want to save as much money as possible? You go to LIDL. And surprise! In Dublin there is LIDL, which gave me hope for normal prices if not amazing quality for the first month of my stay in Dublin. So I walked 20 minutes to LIDL (which is considered "close by" here) to do my weekly shopping as I decided to stop thinking and comparing my German prices to the new Irish ones (a German colleague of mine confessed to me the other day that when she goes back to Germany, she fills her suitcase with toilettry on the way back as she has a trauma with the Irish prices on toilettry) in order to save me from madness.

So I walk down all the isles and get to the freezer... oh! I know that purple box. That box contains those cheap nuggets we would fry when we were broke by the end of the month when I was back in University. I was surprised to find something familiar if not delicious. In Germany they would cost 2 Euro... My eyes go up... 4 Euro. AAAAHHHHHH!!!!!

Get me out of there!... this is the most expensive cheap food in the world!

So I went through my groceries list and left, wondering again, why I am spending so much.

The Millenium Spire

"The Spire", in O'connel street in downtown Dublin, is in my eyes one of the most remarkable landmarks in the city so far. My very first description of it, to use it as a reference point has been "The Needle".

This stainless steal contruction is 120m high, I think made in England, and even if it seems most people don't know what it is doing there, or why it is there, I have made some research:

It seems the Irish have placed it there to celebrate the entrance of Ireland to the new millenium, and it is in place of what originally was the Nelson pilar. The Nelson monument was a monument to an English general that was blown up in pieces by IRA sometime in 70's/80's just because he was an English general, that no one rememebers either or why he was important. And so, they have put "The Spire" in its place.

But where is the reflex of the Irish spirit in this whole thing? On how people call it. As I have baptized it as "The Needle" they call it: The spire in the mire, the stiletto in the ghetto, the pole in the hole and the erection in the intersection, among others.

I'm in Dublin!

Finally! I am here! After a horror, edge of my nerves train ride (the German train was late) I flew in something that looked like a bag of jelly beans (a multi color plane belonging to German Wings) to the country where it seems process is a mere concept, migrations officers are as friendly as your bar buddy, the renting adds have no exact measure at all, and bus stops have no name and Guinness is all over the place. It is definetely going to be fun, as the bureacracy is almost all done. Only a place to live has to be found.

Yellow

After working in DHL I developed a certain dislike for yellow clothes if they were not related to the company, same went for cutlery or any bright yellow article, but well... I have changed from color pink to yellow.

And the thing is that, sometimes when you could not have a worse possible day, you try to stay possitive and yes... some good things come out from there. Last Friday I was supposed to travel to Budapest to visit Zsolti, but somehow the stars conspired against it happening.

As I woke up on Friday and got ready to get some stuff done and seeing Nathan before leaving to Hungary, I realized my debit cards and money were stolen in the party of the previous night, that was... deliciously wild. This triggered a set of events (running from bank to bank and cancelling cards, finding a way to get money, etc which is a very interesting challenge with the "excellence of the Dutch service"), that ended on me being on time for the last possible train I could take to go to Amsterdam Schiphol to take my flight.

So far so good you'd say, but no... the conductor of the damn train would not let me board. Big gorilla in front of the door. W*! No one in the freakin station would help me with a different way to get to Schiphol that was not waiting for 30 minutes to take the next direct train. Yes... I arrived before take off, but this time, no puppy face helped, no crocodile tears did the trick, not even neurotical looks and evil comments, I stayed in Schiphol watching my plane leaving without me and texting Zsolt letting him know I was not coming.

I called Nathan who supportively heard me complain bittterly on my luck, and decided to head back to Rotterdam after finding other options to go to Hungary that were not cheaper than 400 Euro. Nothing else could go wrong... I bought a magazine stuffed with scientific advancements and possitive thinking and took the train back to the Rotown.

As I was sitting on the train, two young girls, who went to Amsterdam without permission from their parents asked me if I could wake them up when we reached Rotterdam, but the train failed us. Well... let's declare the innocence of the train company for this once. As we reached The Hague a $%/(@ decided to jump in front of the train, and in that way, my trip of 50 minutes back to Rotterdam turned to 2.5 hours and the girls got busted.

Deep breath I thought... I texted Nate to tell him I would call him when I would be back in town to catch him wherever he was hanging out. And so, when we reached Rotterdam Alexander I took my phone out of my pocket... it blinked, invalid battery... yes... my Motorola Razr died. After 1.5 years of heavy duty it died in my hands when I needed it. Now there really was nothing else that could go wrong.

I used one of the girls' phones to use my sim card and call him, but there was a message already. "I am waiting for you at Paddy's with a big hug and a kiss. X". And so, nothing else went wrong, my night concluded in a large amount of Bailey's and on me hearing one song to my ear... and it changed my color, no, not pink anymore, now it is yellow, it was Coldplay.

So what else is there to say? I hate I am not in Budapest with my friends, I am missing the amazing weather and the open bars, but on the other hand... I am still so happy that I cannot handle it, surprisingly in Rottterdam. I am happy, I am in peace, I am free.

On other news... other companies are liking my CV. There are cool chances with TCS in London and with Accenture in Dublin. They will interview me and see what's the story. Also I passed to the second phase on the Alcatel Lucent selection process which involves... sweet talk about an unknown topic for 30 minutes. We will see...

Don't call me. My phone is dead.

Awesome Rotterdam Time

I have finalized all AI stuff. Backed up 20 gigs of stuff generated this year and cleaned up my HD. I am an alumna and it feels good :) More space for music and pics :)))

So I forgot my camera, which leaves this posting with no pictures. So what is to say? I just had an amazing couple of days in Rotterdam. What?! Yes, after AI I found a good reason to go back to the city of the Erasmus bridge (Nathan), actually see it and enjoy it.

So finally free of all things that made my life miserable in the past and with my biorythm back to its natural course (going to bed at 6am and waking up at 2pm) I went to Rotterdam and spent some time with some of my friends from the AI team and Nathan, as he had some days off from work.

1. We visited the Museum Boijmans van Beuningen. Surprisingly, not being close to Rijksmuseum in Amsterdam, this museum has a pretty ok collection of master pieces. Some Picasso, Dali, Reubens, Rembrandt and Van Gogh, among many many all-times Dutch unknown painters and a bunch of modern art that in my taste scratches too much on every day modern life design (Ikea look).

2. Went to Rink's party. A young new buddy I have made. This super young dude pulled a good party with good electronic music and lots of other stuff close to our old transition house. Started at 2am and finished at 6am. Rink has genious potential as an artist and musician. Plus Nathan, Mick and I had good fun. Lenka joined us later. She is a really cool chick as well as Mick and I hope we stay in touch when Nate leaves R'dam for good.

3. Strobel was playing at the bar with his band and was better that ever. He is always a good artist to see on stage and listen live, but with his band he went beyond. He is expecting a baby and is super excited about it, and the people in his band are pretty cool dudes as well. Spent a while speaking German with them all after a high amount of Baileys. Probably we were all pretty wasted (they were drinking through all their performance) because they said my German is perfect. Which is not, and we may meet next month in Stuttgart.

4. Good late hours in the De Witte Aap as it is becoming a tradition of the gang. Good conversations with good people.

5. Had a really amazing convo with Jeanne and Kiko. We were remembering some people in our term, and creted a whole new theory on self awareness and love. Interesting good stuff. Went to the depths of our sould to go beyond the banana.

6. Played pool with Nate, Mick and Dave. Funny, bold boys :)

7. We went for dinner to my favourite italian restaurant in town, La Borsa. The carbonara rocked as always and Nate was quite happy with the Mascarpone and the fresh italian bread.

8. We went to the movies and watched ZODIAC. We recommend you to wait for the DVD and watch it home on a rainy day.

9. Spent time with Nate. SUPER!!! As always... there is not much more to say. I love spending time with him and have fun, we catch up and deep convos over a smoke... will meet soon again. Feel in so much peace, freedom and balance. He is not only cute, but his thoughts simply wow me. He also drinks Coke from a can and well... I have only good things to say :)

I am happy... really. After so much crap this year, everything seems to be turning around :)

Will spend the weekend preparing for interviews in London on Monday (Yeay! Finally!).

Tuesday I am off again to R'dam :) Will meet up with some of Nathan's friends from back home and will have some good times. Hopefully the weather will be on our side and we will go to the beach.

Friday I will finally meet Zsolti in BPland. Ildi and Ryan will be there too. Yeapeee!!!! Cannot wait for the hungarian food and the good parties. So many friends to meet in few days.

In French land

If I knew then that Parisian traffic is insane, and that if you drive to or from Paris, you will take 4 hours to get there from or to The Netherlads, and then 2 hours more (at least driving in the city) in your way in or out. Spent more time travelling than in Paris itself to save some budget money... naja... c'est la vie. Never treaon Thalys.

Leaving Hungary...

I am about to take the metro to leave Budapest. I feel nostalgic. I feel the nosalgia you feel when you leave home... This city is full of memories and discoveries... of challenges and the windows towards the future. Will write more later... but I am already missing it.

I enjoy coming to Hungary very much, not only because of the beauty of the country and its people, but because each time I come to Hungary I learn a lot about myself and those I care about in a way or another. Every time I leave Budapest I become someone new.

It has been a couple of weeks of intense work, of meeting lots of people that know me somehow, or know people I know; Of sharing stories, finding out who we are and maybe have fun together.

I love the people I worked with. The commitment of the MC towards the development of the conference; the passion and experience with which facilitators are doing their best with each single session. It doesn’t matter if they are LCPs, OCPs or new MC they merge into an amazing energy that sparks laughter… I feel like someone really small orchestrating the efforts of this wonderful people that through their actions teach me more about who I am and who I can be.

I had the chance to catch up with Zsolt with a delightful meal. We shared how his life is shaping, how he is achieving success and realization, and the point is… I am so happy for him. He is one of the people whose smile and happiness will produce an enormous satisfaction and fulfillment in my heart, and who I know genuinely wishes only very good things for me, and whose heart really hurts because mine was.

Other small stories in this lovely hungarian trip:

• Being lmost ripped off by controllers but getting away from it cleverly enough.
• Broke a table dancing with KiZsééé.
• Eating at Menza in Liszt Ferenc Ter. Hungarian Food... amazing. Intended for a meal became almost a daily. The interior is awesome, it is like being trapped in a retro box.
  
• Rom Kert was burned down to ruins (but will be fixed real soon).
• Staying at the Gellert hills, and looking down at the beautiful city each night.
  
• Incognito concert in A38.
• Going to an openning party of classy Club Non Sense with Zsolti and the dudes.
• Playing pool with Kéner, and losing but everytime less ridiculously.
• Nagy pancakes :))))
• Boat race + global village + normally cheap drinks = Lots of fun and random moments with friends.
• Amazing conversations with Eszter, Petra and Csenge.
• Long cool discussions with KiZsééé and let's not forget the jokes and non stopping laughter :)
• Met Zsolt's brother. Tamás is hilarious!
• Celebrated Easter the Hungarian way with the Kéners, nowhere else it would have been nicer :)
  
• Bryan and I insulting eachother in Hungarian for entertainment of all the present Hungrians.
  
• My openning speach in Hungarian!!!
  
• Trip with Tram 2.... a dream! You can see the houses of parlament and the chain bridge with an easy walk to Deak Ferenc Ter.
  
• Meeting tons of people from BCE who are super fun and cool.
• Shopping :)
• Going to the Opera and enjoying Puccini.
  
• Oh! And the really long hours of work every day between meetings and work that gave me a productive feeling.
• Ch*t! F*er! N*szi! and B*ch!
• What a dinner in Spoon with the wonderful view of the Danube, nothing was missing. No one was either :) More romantic than this you cannot have :)
  
• And probybly many more to come to my mind hahaha

Here some pics from my phone as the beautiful ones are to come

Another E-mail was sent!

I am in beautiful Budapest once again! It is amazing as always and I enjoy my life crazily being here. So... I sent another mail. I spoke about it with very few people that supported me so much while sending this mail. Thank you so much to Petr, Lanch, Amit, Kíszsééé, Lara, Ralph and Argentina. And super super specially to Aron. It is again time to show the best I got no matter against whom or without whom I am on it. An update from Budapest is coming soon when in the Paris of CEE the Sun is shining and life has turned to perfection once again. Hungarian kisses with a different Hungarian perspective :)

Stockholm!

Walking Stockholm has been awesome. I confirm the previous rumor of this country lacking ugly and non-stylish people. The only really interesting thing is that like in UK, you can see a constant fashion trend that is followed by most. In terms of language.. yeah... Swedish. Worry not, I won't start learning Swedish... yet. I am still stuck with Hungarian.

From my side, got a new style that I think looks awesome, if I manage to reproduce what they did with y hair.

Next stop is Hungary! Of course I speak a tiny bit more Hungarian than my last visit. I will be chairing a conference and working on an exchange meeting. Chairing is an opportunity of which I am extra super excited, and I hope the AIESECers there are ready for my really random self in a feel-reborn period.

I won't spend much time in BP or have too much time free, but of course I have managed to squeeze some days free in the very end of the trip despite the very tight agenda I have between conference, exchange meeting and a couple of corporate meetings, to catch up with Zsolti (the one of two men I can fully trust and have never made me drop a single tear) and see my other friends. I love those people... we always have a blast!

Can I already say "I can barely wait for the parties in cool places with cheap cocktails, the cute guys and the magic tricks"?

Szia helyes srác! Hogy vagy?;)

Egypt was the point to switch

Egypt was a time for discovery... for redefinition... for findings...

I thought I knew someone, but I don't. I met myself again. I am expensive, not many can afford me.
I love my friends... those that are, those that were and those that will be. They know my price and remind me of it.

Unconditionallity, loyalty, honesty and commitment are concepts I question. Do they really exist? Are the concepts themselves too high for human beings to accomplish? The chicken and the pork...

Who/what's worth it? Self abandonment. Letting go... truly forgiving, truly loving and moving on.

Ignorance is bliss... sometimes you find out things you really didn't want to, but sometimes you were the person meant to see. Seeing is facing fears, sometimes it is pain, gathering courage and overcoming, bouncing back... growing up, leaving behind if it is not possible to catch the passe or pay the price.

Idle thoughts in an idle night in which life feels different.

Egypt and IPM - To create and destroy... in the end just accept

So much has happened, so much has changed. It is hard to grasp it and put it into words.

Life is about to change, yet more, as some theories got confirmed and caused many feelings, other theories were created, giving birth to a new possibility of life.

Will be back on writing and of course pictures posting once my thoughts have more of a structure on this amazing three weeks. In the mean time you can already see some pictures and thoughts in some of my friends' blogs.

Life is looking different, and I am looking different at myself.

I forgot it was carnaval?

Unbelievable but true! I forgot it was Carnaval! It is not celebrated in the north of The Netherlands, and as the heavy days are not there yet, there were no drunken, dressed up people to remind me of the fact that it is carnaval season, plus I am busy enough with other things to keep my mind into it.

So how did I remember? Well... going to the hair dresser for the monthly appointment I walk in front of a cafe and I hear this loud and horrible music characteristic for these days.

No... no Rosen Montag this year, no Maastricht parade... Egypt in IPM is to be!

Can't hardly wait to meet so many old friends for one last time in an AIESEC conference, and to see how life after it will be.

ER Team in Madrid

A strike of luck

Paris return for 20 Euro... Here I come! Pack your bags baby!!!