I made the other day a trip to a big city.
This city is wonderful and great, she looked at me very similar to a well-proportioned female figure, but with an unusual, edgy character.
There was now no more common tourist excursion. Quite the contrary. I flew out to stay in the future at least, and a place to stay I could make together with my good friend and roommate speedy Nubriel also identified.
When it shut down (no, we went to anyone named "lead", but "Keno" -! A big thank you for your hospitality at this point) is seen but a few things you later in his life a could "experience" to be ergo it deserves, in writing.
completely chronologically, is designed the procedure is as follows:
met around 11 clock in the morning on Friday to Nubriel, my good old friend and sometime safe-times-wife-of-keno Laura and I at the Bremen Hauptbahnhof. On the way there, we celebrated a very special premiere: Get off at railway stations and totally insignificant in front of the sign without photographing it to be drunk! It did not work half as well, but the two girls were amused us over the more-shocked by our behavior and discuss the advantages and disadvantages of auto-aggressive behavior (Thes: "Knives are just too hot - that does not stop really hurt!" Nub: "But think a look as deeply as you can cut it if the cut is a few seconds ago and bled properly, the chirp quite nice!" Laura: "So from the perspective of a medical student I can agree only that it hurt pretty soon with scalpels does!" Thes: "I'm still for spoons.")
The entrance to the Berlin central station then turned out to be modest phenomenal.! Rapidly became a "Zity" (incredibly hip, stylish Berlin youth magazine with housing advertisements) purchased at the Reichstag and the Chancellery vorbeiflaniert, crosses the Brandenburg Gate at Adlon and checked in at Starbucks Frappuccino drink, overlooking the Brandenburg Gate and the Adlon, the French Embassy and the Academy of Arts - with perfect weather! But we were not there for fun and so was the g'schwind Zitty and mine, as it turned out later, vital, loving brandished by Vivi-designed notebook and dates abgekaspert. We had spotted some interesting apartments in advance, but were not to visit either the weekend or already booked. So it is dependent. It is also one spared nothing and the landlord / agent junior nuneinmal are by nature a lazy Gelump!
It joined the march back to the main station, the removal operation from the good old Keno, who just returned from a several months, returned home disguised as a study trip Sauftour, and the ride home in Keno, our weekend at home. Since we were all quite hungry, we went to enjoy the soon to Prenzlauer Allee, typical Berlin cuisine. Nubis Kebab, Kenos Kibe, Laura's haloumi and my falafel were all excellent, and moreover cheap. So it should be everywhere! But exotic cuisine tastes nunmal best where it originates, at least demographically! The Middle East Berlin's once joined in a welcoming glass of "Druid", a well-stocked Absintherie to where my already quite extensive horizon regarding absinthe a "Red Tornado" successfully extended and the two Hapsburgs residues of Keno and Nubi dust still could. Perfect! Laura drank an apple-cherry juice ... Sowat jibbet sischa och nua in Balin, wa? Nub and I did not even "so" and decided, despite his advanced In fatigue yet to pace a little bit our new spot to enjoy the two long separate privacy of at least two hours this evening. The feeling was absolutely wonderful. Although we were completely random, the Prenzlauer Allee, Eberswalde road, the chestnut avenue, Schönhauser Allee and what else is there to streets was up and down, but this obvious fact, we did it with the radiant, almost certainly already in probability to a touch of the Berlin-lust. What is Berlin-lust? It is not about the horniness to Berlin, but the ego trip, the sole reason is to be Berlin. All Berlin radiate the unmistakable, and we worked hard to emulate them. Finally, we should soon be "one of them." Accordingly, in an urban atmosphere, we rode the tram to "home" and fell asleep pretty quick. The next morning we bought from an Italian delicatessen dealer with the euphonious name of "Nemo" is a Mediterranean breakfast of the highest order! Home-baked bread, homemade tomato pesto, real Serrano ham - tastes like Berlin, but no sign of laziness! At 11 clock we had our first date in Prenz'berch.
The apartment we had looked at us, let's say, authentic, to describe it with the vocabulary of my revered grandfather. The friendly Indians, which they occupied not with his present wife and young son, made us open the door, asking not to step on the brat, and to look at the apartment. Then it was bustling. In the apartment there was much scurrying, because everywhere and every conceivable dimensions ind was "stuff" around. Finally he was ready to answer some questions. Individual spots on the absolutely filthy kitchen floor, he tried by "well ... there are stains containing" relativize not even original. That the apartment because of two only by an old glass doors separate rooms rather than rent is inappropriate, but he told us willingly. I can not say exactly how this house would have looked at the piles of rubbish, but she reminded me in the first place to the next room to dump rotten Bremer my first apartment. Monday night I canceled it.
The next date on that Saturday was by 18 clock to - so we had plenty of time. Ideally, compared to the this hideous apartment located internet cafe, which with "Lattemachi - ato" recruited to inspect closer. Between a Korean, who estimated a solid hour on YouTube looking at aubwechselnd music videos by Slipknot and wrestling record and a silly girl daherbrabbelnden we made ourselves comfortable at a computer and calculated ... our chances of getting to the Saturday still full. Using the Internet, and the Berliner Morgenpost that we had bought at Nemo, managed us well beyond measure, although not to be underestimated effort factor had to be factored in (approximately 241 times the phrase "Good day, my name is Jan Moritz I call because of your advertisement with respect to the flat in the XY-road No. Z, and would like to ask if it is possible today to visit the former is herunterzubeten "to say the least, monotonisation. Nubi had is having fun with my constant recitation of ways, but meter . containing meter ^ ^) An open Appointment in Reineke village between 14 und 16 clock suited us very well in the schedule and then revealed the following:
This post was written by my soon-roommate and good friend Nubriel, which is hereby my first and represents only guest-author:
Berlin Reineke village ... an area that you may not be located to the east of Berlin, it is the what one charming scene in the districts of Friedrichshain, Kreuzberg Prenzberg or as a "fringe area" means. The property we should look the same, however, was not only in the "outskirts", no more appropriate way, she was also in-provincial road and the uncomfortable feeling in my stomach turned itself in a get out of the S-Bahn . Somewhere in the boonies ... on a nice little muuuch to quiet station. THAT was not the Berlin where we wanted to be. Where the punks were lounging in front of our door? Where were all those people? And anyway, why so few ugly graffiti can be found here? But well, the description was the apartment is directly opposite the train station and two Minutes. We did not look, it was indeed true. We waited a while, we were exemplary too early.
After a few minutes Smart parked with two young men in a parking spot right in front of our noses. The parking space would have been enough for two vans, but the smart managed to park exactly in the middle so the front and rear itself would have had a Straßenbakterie as this car is no more room. Terrific, we were thrilled and weathered competition, because the viewing appointment was announced publicly. "You come because of the flat?" Cool ... we were sitting in the doorway and tried to outline, as big cities like anything to be clarified . Act The two should know from the start in the "when" the house so expect no room for them in Reineke village! The two eyed us ... and then stunned with a cooler muuuch, many cities-legal, much abgeklärteren: "We ARE the house!"
They had not finished the sentence stood at attention the goth and the indie pussy, smiled charmingly and stretched out their hands in greeting.
second Floor, a door opens and before us stretched a corridor of the oblique broke off after a few meters, leading to somewhere to nowhere appeared. High ceilings, it smelled nice ... pleasantly neutral. The look is immediately on the laminate and painted walls. Nice ... then we looked to the left and we stayed away for the first time the air. The kitchen ... more precisely privilege. She was newly opened and we were promptly they should remain there. I shot a four-digit number by the head and I turned to the door because we could not afford, unfortunately. "The get to her so ... costs you nothing!" Naaa great, but so Schechter air, I hallucinating on! Thes but stopped, he had heard this phrase obviously. I swallowed hard and visited the kitchen detail. Since had his faults, at any moment break this stylish fitted kitchen over me! Nothing happened ... it worked ... OMG! The next 
Door led into the bathroom. Not pretty, but perfectly fine. "This is where the property manager or something ... the tub, so ..." I saw rust stains and nodded. Good to know. Otherwise, the bathroom was totally fine. Not too small, unusual with a window. Is ok ... we go on watching again.
We came to our "bedroom" ... each 20 square meters, with a large balcony of the two adjacent rooms joined together. One room laminate, the other bright with a fine carpet. Bright rooms, large windows, balcony, freshly painted. Thes and I looked at, we both thought the same thing ... "This is fucking great!" But we
should the true shock, in the most positive sense before us have. Great is an elastic term. The two are now wanted to show the living room. We went back on the floor and padded to the last room of the apartment. We opened the door and not knowing ahead of us stretched a little deserves the term "living room" in this sense had NOT! 40 square meters room reared up like that on before us and killed us with a mixture of euphoria and surprise. Since a lot of things went through my head. "There is enough space for a pool table!" ... "If I do not always have a piano?" ... "We could put all our furniture in here and would still have space!"
We looked after the apartment of a few others. But none came close to this one Herran. 3 rooms, fitted kitchen, laminate floors, good floorplan ideal for a flat, large balcony, parties to 7 clock morning disturb anyone (we asked our students' previous tenant). 103 square meter apartment for just over EUR 500 monthly rent. The location was a point of criticism. But with a baker and a greengrocer direct us on the house and four supermarkets in 5 minutes. A bus stop in front of the home and an S-bahn station 2 minutes compared with terminal in 15 minutes directly in the City had reason enough to forget our criticism. We asked whether one because even at night vering could again well with the S-Bahn. With debt-conscious voice "confessed" to our previous tenant ... "Yeah ... already ... but ... only runs every half hour, a train!" You did that fact really sorry. Thes and I burst into laughter. "Only" every half hour ...
All the apartments that we looked after this euphoric experience strengthened, only our decision.
was given that the cold apartment in the Nöldner street, which was indeed to be ok, but not by the blue PVC floor and the totally mindless, thousand square central hall space could convince. The room layout had us brought before a Rästel, there was no two equal-sized rooms. We said goodbye, "We still have the beer mile", which we have not done so, although he told us there would be there that buy from us since the WGT '07 so revered cherry beer at the friendly personal concierge with the words .
We saw two apartments on the east side, that is: In the middle of nowhere, at. The tenant mix was the young, from Nubi described sarakstisch as "dynamic" designated housing index slaves as "normal", which to be honest, in skins, Prole and Jaqueline, come away from the Reagle, you ass! "candidate was a lie smooth. The apartments themselves were historically Viewed certainly interesting. As a geologist in various layers of rock here was a tenant in several Tapentenschichten who gave themselves to the walls of a rotting nakedness, explore the history of the home. In one of the apartment, it smelled like ... "I think the previous tenant died there in it." (Nubi) So a clear "definetely not!".
We went Saturday night, we already mentioned, not the beer mile, but the Last Cathedral, which was much better. We had the privilege to experience at the bar one-and-bred Berlin dialect at work and the verbal battles with the orders and indignation at the provincial requests, such as' vodka savory "or" runt "the tip was worth it! In addition, the beautifully macabre embodied goth club-bar-bar for me in Berlin a very high priority and I was still left from previous visits as pleasant memories as we Now relive could
Saturday Short balance. 10.30 bis 21.00 Clock House hunting + 23 clock to 06 clock party = 18 1 / 2 hours on tour - the 11 clock time on Sunday we said from
The apartment that we offer. we saw on Sunday, it would have happened had we invest time and money on renovations and Alternatively you can have no better. The situation however, was wonderful. We called nonetheless immediately after this tour of our favorites to - mailbox. NEEEEIIINNNN! What if the apartment was already rented to someone else now? Nails Chewing and grinding his teeth, we visited a very nice old friend of Nubi and when at last the call came, we could have the house yet, we broke into a relieved Jubelei to us now but finally accepted as non-Berliners could uncover - no matter we would iron out again! We found a wonderful home and to be 17-18. September in the coolest city in the country move - what can happen to a better?
However, we remain of course provincials. Why? The address resolves the Rästel: Provincial Road 82 - you can not have everything ;-)
The date of the farewell party is, moreover, the 15th September, followed by St. Vitus's dance!
The date for the housewarming party is still open, but invited yet they are all - space is still there:-D
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