I won´t embed this (but you can have a look here - and no, that´s no German, that´s the accent of Cologne, I don´t understand it, either) and I wouldn´t have been forced to attend anyways (I actually hate carnival).
(Sadly that goes for Braunschweig, as well. I won´t - again - see the carnival-procession (with little gallery) this weekend, the largest in Northern Germany, the one I never visited despite living here over 13 years... I can watch it on TV, though.)
Pic?
Bro!!! 2003.
After I screamed him down. He said he´s sorry, he "forgot" I´m even there... (see? I´m not mad for long, I even took a pic...).
A little detour again - gosh, I sit at home all day, sorry, all who wanders is my mind.
We had a bad start, Bro and I, but my broken arm and later helping our Dad on his last journey glued us together.
2003 I took a holiday to visit him in Cologne, where he studied. We even slept in one room ( he was studying, right?).
Usually I´m a co-driver on her:
...but Bro back then had a Ninja - now that he´s a Daddy he has a Shadow, whew!
(He wears a helmet where you can see his face, so... all you see is his red beard... Pic taken 2007 on a visit in Braunschweig :-))
He and his former boss had booked the Nürburgring - a race track. I wanted to take the car to go and see him driving but he promised to not go over 120 km/h (Harley: 80 km/h!) and so I hopped on.
On a Harley you sit like on a couch - on a Ninja, as our Mum always said, you sit like a "pooping deer".
Oh, Mum, you make me laugh even now!
But she was right, it was an odd - and scary - feeling on that thing, so high up, higher than the driver!
And... he forgot I´m behind him (having my arms wrapped around him!) and he went at 200 km/h - I could see that, then closed my eyes and hoped for the best, what else could I do?!
Gosh! If I´d leaned to the side... we´d crashed!
We survived...
Pic...
Shopping tour with Bro... Three pairs of shoes - and no, not for me!
In his kitchen:
In mine, today:
Our Mum always took great care we get the same. These she brought from a holiday in East Frisia, I suppose.
I took pics back then of three more items we both got as souveniers from her holidays. Seesh, I sure miss her right now.
This is where Bro lived back then, near Hohenzollernbrücke - beautiful sight, no?
Yep, that´s Cologne Cathedral in the background.
From near...
I won´t see it that soon, as turned out - detour ended:
My further training in Cologne is cancelled, that´s what our secretary just decided.
She said running for the train, going to the hotel, the training, all that with a bad foot - no way.
Since the subject matter would be nothing new to me anyways - we had to learn it on the run beside our normal jobs - I am quite happy.
Why the training if I know the stuff?
We´re in Germany, the land of official certificates.
I´m also glad cause I would´ve arrived after 6 pm. In the dark. At a train station, as a woman, alone. Not such a good idea.
And only two days... well.
Teamleader just called, it´s rebooked for September. Unless I find something more useful. Note to self: THINK!
And hopefully, if it´s another training, it will be in Cologne again.
2 comments:
At least in September it will be in your summer won't it Iris, it'll be nice and light until late incase you arrive in the evening.. That poor foot, it must feel like its never going to be right again :). Hope yourself and Ingo have a wonderful weekend.
Thank you, Grace, hope you and Pat have a great weekend as well :-)
Oh, gah, yips, I´m "sick" of that foot!
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