On Tuesday morning after little sleep and a good preparation for the final interview, so the marathon began to Spain. Here's how: up, ready to pack package iron, to the post office to pay a bill, order by calling the package pick-up service for the evening, print the preparations in the Convenience Store, both in parliament, talk, then farewells in some offices up and down in the Parliamentary Library . The day before, namely the copying of the last article in another library had failed because its book was not on the shelf. Then, how should it be otherwise, angry, that just on the last day the daft library copy, with its nutty Copy Right Policy, only half of the required paper was prepared - Of course still for 25 yen per page. So desperate two foreigner approached, asked for help and together unsuccessfully tried to borrow the book just votes with half-copied part essay on the identity of the friendly Swiss people to have it copied the second half. Finally, I received the offer, the second half later copied and sent by mail to get - well, this terrible Library promotes charity among the least suffering users. So a thousand thanks and be injected, because I still had the best shopping and party abdendliche arrive before the first guests at home. Therefore, more equal: Shopping for a cooking party with 10 guests - in the end it would have been enough for 20, but my roommate has been looking forward to the rest of the food - in time to arrive with shopping bags at the station, to pick up the first guest and to control my sweet home. There, see that it is not self-evident that my roommate the mousse au chocolat, which he wanted as charming final sponsor for the evening, but it should please be ready before I needed to cook the kitchen. So, a cooking camp in the open dining room, in between Friends pick up again from the station, then a fairly large mess cook, drink wine and talk with friends who had arrived one by one. I had not even time looked for changing clothes and in my room from it, as if a bomb hit, since the time I had planned to pack up between shopping and visiting the last dry clothes and the rest of the stuff in the suitcase was so all spent in the library. The room I was shown and so do not suit and blouse, I can just overwhelm me with compliments. Everything bad semi Sun But since I had not forgotten what? Yes, the package, on its completion early in the morning I pack Yes so was proud and which is now in full bloom in the doorway of his pickup was waiting. The Japanese post office, which I love to praise, disappointed me this time. ... Phone ... "Good day, this is the package service! I want you to pick up a package. I am there in 20 minutes. Is that ok? " ... as if it were not already great enough that you can order the morning pick up at night between 19 und 21 clock ... "Yes please" ... twenty minutes later ... nice post man at the door, I got to package, package without parcel, nice post man parcel ... "Here, you know how to fill the need? "" Yeah. "" Good. But I have still much to do and if you do not mind, I would seek other customers in the meantime and come back at 20.30 clock. I hope you understand this! " ... Understanding?? ... "Of course, thank you very much!" So fill in the silence between cooking and drinking guests the note and after a second call, and another 15 minutes, package, package labels, borrowed pen and the amount - collection free of course - handed over to the nice gentlemen. The next time I record a video for the German post office. But enough of that. Meanwhile, the iron by holding workers finished everything in the kitchen and we could cover the table to eat, and celebrate more comfortable. As for a nice evening to have the two guests who stayed over night, all on the way home, was finally time to pack and clean up, while the nice roommate and the two SCRAPBOOK ste the remains disposed of in the kitchen. Finally, the three of plum wine in the evening Round off and fell asleep quickly, because the next morning a friend had time to college and I to the airport. wash up, sleep, breakfast, nor beautiful, bedding, by eye, removing the last traces and of course showers, so the university and the airline we would let in too. GO! The 25-pound box of course the gentleman (the second friend) carried down the stairs and dragged to the station. Then on alone to the airport, check in, last emails, the first tears fall onto the plane, dry tears and the average 5.5 hours of sleep increase of the last three weeks on the nearly 12 hour flight a little. 12.30 Clock departure, 17.30 arrival clock in Frankfurt, 19.00 clock on to Hamburg, because my flight was booked so during the sports exchange. 20.00 clock arrival, on to the Dammtor, certainly not without replacement bus service, and from the train to Berlin. Arrival at 23.00 clock, luggage there, understanding and responsibility to the next gentleman passed and half asleep homecoming down. Home immediately unpack the suitcase and half for further processing for the English case again ready. Packing together in the same case has taken over again the gentleman, while I fell into bed after a shower. Breakfast in the morning to get up and go to the airport, noon to Madrid, then while away the four hours of waiting time as firmly resolved not, but beautiful drive through the city. Then to be picked up by a last connecting flight in Malaga and fall after 45 minutes by car again to bed. And so the three months were over Japan, almost gone in a flash. Anyone who knows me, knows how good I felt in the adventure and associated stress in recent weeks and the last day. That's right ... a fiddle! And over the deserved breath I will report tomorrow.
THANK YOU!
THANK YOU!
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