oh my god this apartment is ridiculous. I'm in the process of moving in and wow, ok so like, yeah....um. No one in this apartment is a native German speaker. So we're going through the moving in/out process in three languages. Xinlei and Wong are conversing in what I think is Mandarin, and then speaking to me is a German/English combination. It basically makes everything 10x as complicated as it would be if we all just got by in German I think. Wait until I start studying French, bitches. Shit's going down in this place.
Also the German bureaucracy is fucked the hell up. I can't get a bank account without a visa. I can't get a visa without my contract, I can't get my contract without a bank account. It's totally awesome. Oh and I can't do shit until I register where I live. Tomorrow I'm going to register my address, and try to cry my way into a bank account. Saturday I'm going to buy a bicycle. Yeah that's right bitches, I'm riding a bicycle. Then next week hopefully its visa/contract time.
And I swear eventually I will eat better than I have been.
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I heart you!
Kafka speaks the truth?
Oh, you'll be fine food-wise. They have bread in Germany, right? (And if not, beer is kind of like bread...)
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