Well the last couple of weeks in Germany were actually pretty good. I was going to go visit that family again, but I was too afraid to set up a train ride to go there and so forth. I hate how I am such a scared little person, afraid of making steps forward in life. I am happy in my comfort zone and never venture forth into the unknown. That is why I'm afraid I will probably never get a girl, because I will never even have the courage to ask her out! Yeah that is pretty sad indeed... some say my immersion into the computer culture has destroyed me as a living functioning human being. I hope that is not the case, because I would hate to let go of this little 'hobby' of mine.
I finished my work without a hitch, saying goodbye to everyone in my section and so forth. That was pretty uneventful to say the least, some workers didn't even know it was my last day! That's how separated I was from the other employees during my work term there. I will probably never get hired by them again, but all is my fault for sure. I'm just a little man afraid of communicating via voice with people. Scary fact.
So I basically sat around doing nothing the second last weekend in Germany. I did take the train all the way to the Stuttgart Airport though, that was a bit of an event. The Stuttgart Airport is really neatly laid out in several levels, sort of like concentric circles if you view it from the top. It has a very nice design and is also very small. I had to pay 2 Euros to go onto the observation deck, which I thought was rather appalling. And once I was there, 2 meter high railing that looks pretty much like a jail cell obstructed my view of the planes. But I guess they gotta be careful that nobody falls down from there, so that kind of precaution is necessary. Going home I witnessed a funny scene in the S-Bahn: a lady with a walker came into the train and wanted to sit down. So the gentleman sitting in the seat next to the door made room for her. But it turns out he made room for her on the wrong seat, because she couldn't set her walker in the right position! So she started cursing and complaining really loudly and everyone looked towards the scene to see what was happening. Eventually the man was fed up with her and went to sit in a different area! A girl sitting in front of me started to crack up, and I almost laughed too at the humourous situation unfolding before me. The icing on the cake though came when she wanted to get out... the man actually got up off his seat and opened up the door for her! I couldn't believe it, this guy who had been totally razzed by the lady turned the other cheek and gave helpfulness in return for rudeness. So the lady suddenly changed her attitude and made some friendly chit-chat with him while he helped her outside the train. It was a very interesting comedy routine for me.
So now comes all the good stuff. On Tuesday, right before lunchtime, me and my grandparents headed out to the waiting bus that would take us to the camp. It was a sad time for us when we said our goodbyes, because I had the feeling I would never see them again. They are already well over their 70s, and it's a good chance I will see them the next time in another place besides this earth. My gramma especially had been really nice to me those 4 months, and I was glad she washed my clothes and made me dinner every day. Although I didn't like her cooking especially, I got used to it and even liked some of the stuff. That day I also had my last German Pretzel, with butter smeared in the inside... mmmmmmm I can taste it right now how good it was. Just one of the many things I will miss from Germany, the Schwäbisch Bretzel.
The Freizeit (camp in German) is located in Bad Endbach, a little town about 30km from Marburg, which in turn is about 100km away from Frankfurt. It is a nice little place where you can relax and enjoy your time there. Basically I paid around 200 Euro for about a week, which includes food and bedding and so forth. There are lots of nice places to take hikes and the actual house has a volleyball court outside, along with some hilarious copies of basketball nets that look nothing like real North American ones. When we got there we bumped the ball around without the net. But I am getting ahead of myself here.
Although the church that I attended was boring for me, this place was always interesting every day. I thought I would hate the camp but I really liked it, and it was a nice conclusion to my rather disappointing visit to Deutschland. I actually found out a lot about myself and got to know some of the young people there and their stories. It turns out the church services are boring because all the elders are too bent on their traditionalistic ways, but the younger generation that will lead the church eventually are completely cool. They have a vision to break down the rituals and laws set by the older generation, which is very promising. Although they are really good Christians, they want to move forward and let go of some of the old ways; for example: the girls are expected to wear a head shawl when they pray, wear long skirts all the time, keep their hair at least past shoulder length in a braid or pony tail (no flowing hair that's a no-no) and wear no make-up or jewelry!! That's insane I think, and thank goodness none of the girls were too bent on those rules when I was there. But they didn't go completely opposite by wearing piercings everywhere or wearing tight revealing clothes or anything.
The entire youth group was actually really cool. They seemed to get along really well and they always did activities at night when I was trying to sleep. I would always go to sleep at 9:00pm sharp, and they would come back around midnight to 1:00am and wake me up! So eventually I just gave up and stayed awake listening to loud music while I waited for them to get back. I was in a room with 3 other guys, like any typical camp girls and guys are separated which makes sense of course. Anyway the one guy let me use his laptop and play games on it, that was nice of him, and his brother helped me out with the German train system and set up my complete train route and connections so I could get to the airport! So they are a really nice bunch of people and I always felt good and accepted amongst them... the last day I was actually forced to come see what they did at nights, and we played some games where I had to act out a scene in pantomime where someone has to guess what I'm trying to do. That was fun for me, and once they saw I did some funny acting they kept asking me to perform for them! Eventually I got tired of that though, and was totally drained out at the end. When I left the room where they had met, I put on my PJs and wanted to go to sleep. But they surprised me by showing up outside my bedroom door and personally saying goodbye to me every one of them. They even gave me a goodbye card because I was leaving early in the morning the next day... it was happy times for me, and I *almost* forgot all the pain and suffering I had gone through this summer.
The older ones in the youth even did some presentations during our evening services, which were always interesting to see. They were pretty much based on the theme of how amazing God has created the animals of the earth... one particular 2-part presentation talked about the box jellyfish from Australia and how a guy had been killed by one and come back to life! No joke! His name is Ian McCormack. We watched a video of his testimony (he is a Kiwi, so I understood what he was saying, and the translator in the video actually mistranslated some things) of how he died from the jellyfish stings and saw hell and heaven and then came back! It was pretty bizarre, but I believe it is true because of how sincere he gave his personal story, and how he came to Christ after he was brought back to life.
As for the dreaded sports, they ended up being not too bad. Volleyball on hard asphalt was the main sport played, and even I can play that to some degree. So it was not bad. Other events we did together was taking a trip to Marburg and climbing to the castle there on top of the hill... hundreds upon hundreds of steep steps with no elevator in sight! I wish I had pictures, oh well... maybe next time eh.
The church services in the mornings were interesting too. There was a pastor there from Slovakia named Alexander Barkóci that needed to be translated while he preached, and he talked about things like driving demons out of people in the name of Jesus, which is always interesting to hear. He spoke on the theme of putting on the Armour of God, from the 6th chapter of Ephesians. And lo and behold, none of the services were boring for me! And since I understand some Czech, which is the sister language to Slovakian, I even understood some of the things he said right when he said them without having to wait for the translation. His family was there with him too, and his oldest son especially, he was like a prodigy and could play the piano by ear completely. Some girls from the youth performed a small ensemble piece with him, playing their flutes and violins and guitar, it sounded pretty sweet.
As a whole church community (including the middle-aged parents and the older folks as well), we didn't do that many things together. The only one I can remember is taking a walk on an old railroad line that included marching through a 700m long tunnel completely in the dark. The good news about the whole camp experience is that is was captured by several digital cameras, and eventually I might even post some pics here if they send me the picture compilation CD. Yeah so all in all, the camp was one of the many highlights of my time in Germany, and I will miss the youth from there especially all the pretty girls, but my place is here in Canada and I gotta do what I can with what I got here. Yes there are nice babes in my area too, but I will always compare them to those German gals. Heh heh I am so pathetic, I'm trying very hard NOT to come across like a perverted old man when I say these things, but I can assure you that I am completely pure in mind about this matter, so think what you will, Jesus knows my true thoughts. I almost cried when I had to say goodbye to all of them.
The last day in Germany was interesting for me, because I had to take a train (InterCity) for the first time and it was LATE by 10 minutes!! The whole time I was on it I was shaking all afraid that I would miss my connection to the Frankfurt Airport, because this particular train only went to the main Station instead of the airport. I accidentally sat in the SMOKING car of the train, but since I had my suitcase and bags and I was tired, I didn't bother changing cars. I endured the clouds of smoke with much determination. Oh yeah an interesting thing about Germany: lots of people actually ROLL THEIR OWN CIGARETTES!! It's funny to observe them doing this, it almost looks illegal to me but it's probably not. Anyway the train was a nice smooth ride, better than the regular trains, I could barely hear the wheels grinding on the track. There are different levels of trains, this one wasn't even the best one. The best train is the ICE(InterCityExpress), which goes really fast up to 250km/h I think. I never got to ride one of those but maybe next time... they also look really sexy, especially the new aerodynamic model ICE-3, I have never seen such a nice design for a train, not even the ones from Japan. So I arrived late in the main station and didn't even get to look around, I had to RUN with a heavy suitcase past 6 tracks, and when I got there one of the train personel said no worries, they are not leaving yet! So all that running for nothing. When I got on the train I discovered I was in the car with reserved seating, so I just went to one of the doors and stood there with my baggage for about 10 minutes to the airport station. At the airport I headed towards Terminal 1, being stupid and not taking one of those luggage waggons. It was a long walk indeed, and I had to stop several times to collect myself... not only was my bag-suitcase-thingy-hybrid
The plane flight was pretty uneventful. No delays, no turbulence, smooth sailing through the clouds. The inflight food looked terrible so I always refused it when they tried to force it upon me. Only at the end I took some NASTY pretzels that stuck in my teeth, and a mint and water on the rocks. Inflight movies were Bringing Down the House (which sucked really bad unfortunately), The Italian Job (which I slept through, unfortunately, because I was dead tired at that point), and get this: FINDING NEMO!!! As soon as the PIXAR logo showed up I frantically unravelled my headphones and was actually expecting an old classic, not this completely new film. I liked the film, but I felt I lost something from it because it was in full-screen format presented on a wide screen, so major stretchy issues, and the sound was mono (booo), and the colours washed-up, and I had to stretch my neck to see it because of bad line of vision. So I will see the DivX of it which my sister thankfully downloaded while I was away. Our intermediate stop was in Halifax, and more than half the people left. That was cool because we could all choose window seats, and I picked the seat right by the left wing emergency exit. We were flying an Airbus A310 I think, with a 3-3-3 seat configuration. This family of three actually wanted to sit where I was, but the girl was too young to sit there because that particular area has huge leg room because the door is between the seats. It was amazing seeing all the cloud formations from above, and it took F-O-R-E-V-E-R to get to Toronto. It seriously seemed to take forever, I was so anxious to get home. Another highlight from the flight was catching a nice long glimps of the NIAGARA FALLS, which I recognized almost immediatelly. They looked so small and unsignificant from roughly 20,000 feet in the air. Especially the American side, heh heh (burn). I had to fill out some customs stuff on the plane, typical Canadian Protocol BS, that was not fun. "What is the net worth of items brought in from international..." BLA BLA SARS BLA ETC. I also had to wait for my busted up bag-suitcase for almost an hour because of an unexplainable delay, and then I walked out... walked out into my country, the place I call home.
Once I got home I finally got to see all the presents I had ordered for myself while in Germany... lots of games, dvds, game books, Lego, etc. And yes it was a tearful reunion with my PC. Tearful because she was hurt by nasty worms and virii, something which I got to fixing straight away. Now she is back in nice running condition, it's just my internet was supposed to have been upgraded over the summer and it is still the same speed!! So I gotta deal with that issue still. Other than that, I am happy to be back in familiar territory, and if I could do it all again? I would have bought a digital camera, maybe at least talk to one nice girl, and maybe get out more among people instead of sitting at home doing nothing..
whew that was long. I should get a t-shirt that says "I SURVIVED DEUTSCHLAND"
Well that's all for now.
-joRAM
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