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20 years unit. Ne?

half past nine in the morning (total) of Germany.

It's amazing how many walls 20 years after the fall of the wall are still standing. The physical division is of course History. But the divisions in many minds, mouths and wallets last a reality.

German or still Westerner?
Since this morning I am officially reported in Trier. With principal place of residence. And so - at least in theory - Rhineland-Palatinate, and - you hardly dare to write the word, let alone talk to - "Westerner". The fact that today the same 20 Anniversary of the fall is, I was not aware until the transition to citizen's Office. It dawns on me only from the remark of the officer that I would have chosen for "this step" a "historic day". Then at the university, the welcome a Saarland Kommilitionen (the West German membership in fact is quite cool as well!): "Happy Memorial Day!" , "Um ... today?" I thought it was day the Berlin Wall! " , "Yes, I say that.".

I'll take a pound unit. - Must be what's else?
After this enlightening conversation back to me a little more clearly how it is with our unity. Only one walk through the campus offers a fascinating opportunity to hear a variety of more or less German dialects: Rheinisch in all variants, Luxembourg et la table Français and occasionally a little Schwäbisch (like Baden forgive me my untrained discernment!). But all the accents above the Palatinate and Saarland. So far, so good. The ubiquity of Brandenburg and Saxon I would not ask in this corner of the republic. (Not even the desire you ask me!) The main difference I see in the other hand, the content of what is said. Because when I followed the "baker's corner", entered the hitherto almost overtook me everyday culture shock again. "I get two grains bread!" requires a customer to me. Naturally asks when I'm at the range, the shop as well: "And what do they get?" .
I know what the people say so - and that they mean no harm. But it gives information about the mentality behind it, the certainty that everyone is entitled allegedly appears in the old federal states much more pronounced. "I'd like a liquor bread." I answer it - coupled with a smile. From the seller apparently interpreted as a declaration of war, it fills my buns in the bag, looks at me grumpy: "Then I get 45 cents."

differences. And similarities?
Many more experience of the differences in expression Places I would call possible here. But I'll just leave it at that. Differences between East and West are well known. However, awareness is still lacking for many common features. However, I am well aware that common ground and apparently everywhere equally little attention. Perhaps, even the not so bad. Finally, awareness of one's own home, not least, also provide security and belonging. Be sure to always have a place of retreat. In addition, the prejudices of my new environment compared to my home have caused me no major damage. On the contrary: There is conversation and the occasion for humor. And finally culture and mentality will also align themselves over time and generations of its own. Hopefully with a tiny trend towards the east.

A common autumnal Monday morning at the University of Trier.

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the perfect roommate

50 people on 10 square

Immediately after I was legitimized as a tenant, I noticed the next big task. For my former roommate has never let himself take in the new treaty and brought forward its planned move spontaneously in the medium term. The result was this, that I after only three weeks in the WG itself a new Roommates could choose and had to. So I made a nice display on wg-gesucht.de online and was hoping that - would report even less interested in some rooms - three weeks after the beginning of classes. Just hours later, were about 30 messages - many voices cry for help for housing - in my inbox. 24 hours later I was forced to clear the display. I had now to deal with the considerable number of 50 requests. The sender of the ten most interesting mails were invited. No one seemed to be on the modest size of the 10-square-meter room to disturb. And everyone would have me without batting an eyelash, signed on the spot each contract. The Housing situation in Trier did not seem to have relaxed. Back to my own predicaments eight weeks ago when I still was missing even a room, I had plenty of compassion for the people who were now exposed to my questions and my decision making. However, only one person I could give permanent shelter. Contrary to my actual plan to handle a men-WG, I looked for gender-neutral but ultimately the best of the applicants. Basti, 22, Non smoking from Berlin, will be next weekend, my new roommate.

middle class and its early days, Welcome in Trier-Süd

very best I can understand the enthusiasm of all candidates for the environment in which our house is located. For Trier-Süd has something to offer what you seek in vain in the rest of the city: streets lückloser Wilhelminian facades. A phenomenon that I missed so far western German cities bad. While the city has exhibit buildings from all eras of the last century and millennium, the style of my district is rather uniform. Uniformly fine. Some photos to give an impression of it. A photographic report on the city will follow.

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from eviction and permission, illegally sublet

As for me in a room Trier cost? Only 260 € a month and once my mind - of course with the option of paying up.

It is Sunday afternoon. I sit at my desk, drinking tea and first time in three weeks, I let myself - outwardly and inwardly relaxed - fall into the large, leather executive chair. The major obstacles are removed, I am of the exile.

But the road to the present moment was not easy. For two weeks, when I put my bags and boxes cleared just in the room, missing only a tiny component, fortunately: the lease. In the naive hope that the sympathetic landlord would have me as a Tenant agree, I was referring frankly residential community, which had six weeks earlier decided for me. But the prospect of one day, the hoped-for agreement to be found in the post box disappeared, more and more. Instead, a few days later knocked the choleric low point of the story to the front door. Only a few scraps from the monologue of the small Rhineland-speaking man who allegedly belonged to the half of the city, remained stuck on me. Including phrases such as "eviction" or "when I studied medicine in Giessen. (I was very impressed with how he also has his degree in geography, law and business administration reached.) Shortly trickled in a letter a - a letter: "Illegal subletting" we would operate. But "this" is "allowed the prior consent of the landlord" only. Consequently, we asked the friendly house owner for permission to illegal subletting. (In retrospect, I must admit, the situation of having to not be relaxed.)

shorten But to the story: After many sleepless nights and the written statement that my foreign roommate his contract not renewed, I thought finally my toleration papers in their hands. As for me the fun has cost? Only my soul, and a disgusting creep into the rear of the racist "generous benefactor and philanthropist "(according to own data)

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