just like phoenix out of the ashes, mutilation led to a unexpected renaissance, something I’ve been dying to happen for over the past 2 years.
You don’t know that I’m talking about you here, but thanks for being a reason.

In diesem Post geht es auch um Äpfel. “Nomadenleben”, so hat es Andreas
ausgedrückt, und treffender hätte er es kaum beschreiben können. Die
letzten etwa 5 Monate vergingen wie im Flug in einer
Überschallmaschine. Seit Ende November 2005 ist mein Primärer
Arbeitsplatz der 2. Stock des German Headquarters von Hewlett-Packard
in Stuttgart/Böblingen. Direkt neben einem herrlich großem Fenster, das
bei schönem Wetter ein beeindruckendes Panorama bietet, verbringe ich
hier den Großteil meiner Zeit damit Software zu entwickeln, Bugs zu
fixen, Unmengen an Gratiskaffee zu verbrauchen und interessante
Gespräche mit HP-Mitarbeitern oder anderen Subunternehmern zu führen.

Montags fliege ich meist, zusammen mit einem Arbeitskollegen hin,
Donnerstags oder Freitags zurück nach Düsseldorf, um dann von dort aus
mit einem Sixt-Leihwagen den restlichen Weg in die Heimat anzubrechen.
Das oftmals viel zu karge Wochenende vergeht ebenfalls in selbigem
Zeitraffer, Zeit für ausgedehnte Parties, geschweige bewahren von
sozialen Kontakten (read: Freundschaften) bleibt kaum. Das solch ein
Leben zwischen Flughäfen, IT-Unternehmen, Ibis-Hotels und Heimat auf
Dauer Grenzerfahrungen bietet und den Wunsch des baldigen Endes mit
fortschreitender Zeit forciert ist klar. Schon lange wünsche ich mir
nichts sehnlicher als 2 Wochen ausgedehnter Griechenland- oder
Spanien-Urlaub (alternativ auch gern USA; das läßt aber der Geldbeutel
kaum zu), doch ein solch zeitkritisches Projekt wie jenes, welches
meinen Stuttgart-Aufenthalt erzwingt, läßt leider wenig Zeit für Urlaub.

Vielleicht sollte ich schreiben “ließ wenig Zeit für Urlaub”, denn
inzwischen bricht Licht durch die Wolkendecke, läßt Hoffnung ihr
zufriendestellendes Lächeln ab und an mit einem Zwinkern auf mich
fallen:
Gestern habe ich in der Entwicklung den Status “Implementation
Complete” erreicht; das bedeutet dass alle Features implementiert, alle
Module fertiggestellt und somit die eigentliche Entwicklung
abgeschlossen ist. Was nun folgt ist extensives Testen und damit
verbunden das bereinigen der so entdeckten Bugs (und davon werden noch
einige vorhanden sein). Da das Projekt selber allerdings auch in naher
Zukunft abgeschlossen sein muss, sieht es nun so aus als ständen die
letzten 2 aufeinanderfolgenden Wochen des Stuttgart-Aufenthalts an.
Sicherlich wird die schiere Größe dieses Projekts zur Folge haben dass
wir auch in Zukunft immer mal wieder hier sein müssen, aber in 2
Wochen, so fühlt es sich gerade an, sollte ich wieder öfters und
regelmäßiger Zuhause sein, und vor allem sollte ich auch mal den einen
oder anderen Tag Urlaub nehmen können. Ein sehr angenehmes Gefühl.

Was für ein Projekt ist das denn nun, von dem ich hier die ganze Zeit
in Haupt- und Nebensätzen berichte, aber eher umschweife, denn
beschreibe.
Eigentlich habe ich es wahrscheinlich sowieso jedem der wenigen Leser
dieses, meines, Blogs schon längst mehrmal erzählt, sie damit
gelangweilt und genervt
Zusammen mit meinem Arbeitskollegen schreiben wir für das neue
Mercedes-Benz-Museum in Stuttgart einmal die Video &
Synchronisations-Software, sowie die Content-Verteilungs-Software.
Erstere kümmert sich um das Abspielen von Video oder Audio, die
Synchronisierung mehrerer Video/Audio-Signale über mehrere Rechner (man
stelle sich 80 Displays vor die alle haargenau zeitgleich dasselbe
wiedergeben, über Netzwerk-Kommunikation synchron gehalten) sowie die
Synchronisierung mit verschiedenen anderen Geräten (Bluetooth-PDAs,
Mediensteuerungen, etc).
Die Content-Verteilungs-Software dagegen kümmert sich um die Verteilung
aller Medieninhalte des Museums aus einem CMS heraus auf die jeweiligen
Geräte – prinzipiell also um die korrekte Abhandlung aller elektronisch
medialen Inhalte des Museums.

Diese Verteilungssoftware ist das komplexeste Stück Software dass ich
je schrieb; zur Visualisierung der internen Strukturen, Abläufe und
Schnittstellen waren DIN-A0-Flowcharts, Swimlane-Diagramme,
UML-Diagramme und jede Menge Kopfzerbrechen erforderlich. Das
Implementation Complete dieses Brockens komplexer Software ist für mich
auch das Initial bald mit breit angelegten ungeplanten Sauforgien all
die verzwickten Zusammenhänge, welche derzeit meinen Kopf und
kognitives Bewußtsein lahmlegen, wegzulöschen.

Was nun. Nach Abschluss dieses Projekts stehen bei mir größere
Änderungen beruflicher und privater Natur an. Wenn es am schönsten ist
soll man aufhören, so lautet eine alte Volksweisheit, und auch wenn
mich die chinesische Weissagung “das Bedürfnis aufzugeben wird größer,
je näher man dem Ziel kommt” lange davon abgehalten hat einen
risikoreichen großen Schritt zu tun, so habe ich nun eine Mittellösung
gefunden die es mir erlaubt beide Weisheiten zu kombinieren und auf
einem recht risikolosem Pfad (wie mir scheint) meinen Weg fortzusetzen:

Ich habe mich vor 2 Wochen für den Studiengang “Educational Design,
Management & Media” an der Universität Twente eingeschrieben und
werde ab August versuchen so den Weg einzuschlagen den zu gehen ich vor
5 Jahren durch den Tod meines Vaters gehindert wurde. Ich freue mich
sehr auf dieses Studium, der Studiengang beherbergt vieles von den
Dingen für die ich mich interessiere, eröffnet Möglichkeiten für die
Berufsbereiche mit denen ich mich später beschäftigen möchte, und
scheint für mich eine gute Erweiterung zu meiner bisherigen Kenntnisse
aus den Bereichen Softwareentwicklung, Mediengestaltung und
Projektmanagement zu sein.
Die Universität bietet einen tollen Campus mit scheinbar vielen
Möglichkeiten reichhaltiger Freizeitbeschäftigung und natürlich den
üblich verdächtigen Parties Wer mich kennt, kennt auch meine, durch
die familiäre Historie bedingte, finanzielle Mißlage, die eigentlich
ein Studium nicht direkt erlauben würde – und genau hier kommt der oben
beschriebene Mittelweg zum tragen: Ich werde mit Studienbeginn nämlich
meine derzeitige Anstellung bei der Firma Netside nicht aufgeben,
sondern lediglich in eine halbtags (o.ä.) Anstellung umwandeln, so dass
ich auf der einen Seite weiterhin auf das was dort im Laufe der Jahre
geschaffen wurde aufbauen kann, und auf der anderen Seite die
notwendige finanzielle Sicherheit bekomme um das Studium risikolos
abzuschliessen. Ob das ganze aus zeitlicher Sichtweise tatsächlich so
funktioniert wie ich es mir hier erhoffe, muss sich natürlich zeigen,
aber “hope, mankind’s greatest treasure” steht mir hier mal wieder bei.

Und nun zu den Äpfeln vom Anfang:
Der komplexe, lange, oben beschriebene Text beschreibt im wesentlichen
die in mir stattfindenden kognitiven Prozesse die auftreten wenn ich
über die Frage nachdenke ob ich mir nun so ein sexy neues Apple MacBook
Pro kaufe, denn es soll ja einem Zweck dienen und Vorteile gegenüber
meinem derzeitigem Setup haben. Derzeit verteile ich nämlich Daten,
Projekte, Kontakte, Kalenderevents und mehr auf 3 verschiedene Rechner
an 4 verschiedenen Orten – ein Nomadenleben halt. Der flotte G5 zuhause
versauert in letzter Zeit da ich ja fast nie zuhause bin. Der P4 in der
Firma versauert gleichfalls da ich ja nie in der Firma bin. Und das, im
Vergleich zu den anderen Systemen etwas langsame PowerBook 12″,
begleitet mich überallhin, ist ein Workhorse, läuft an Flughäfen, in
Hotelzimmern, bei HP oder auch in Autos (so wie jetzt, sitze gerade in
einem BMW X3 auf dem Beifahrersitz und tippe diese Zeilen während mein
Arbeitskollege den Wagen durch den Rückweg leitet).
In Zukunft nun, wenn dieses Projekt abgeschlossen ist, wird die
Situation sich eher verschlimmern denn verbessern, so schätze ich: Ich
werde sicherlich noch ab und an zu HP nach Stuttgart müssen, ich bin
weiterhin ab und zu Zuhause, ich werde oft in der Firma vorbeischauen,
ich werde oft auf dem Campus mein unwesen treiben. Und da ich für den
Großteil dieser Orte eh auf einen mobilen Computer angewiesen bin,
liegt die Entscheidung nahe komplett auf ein Mobiles Gerät umzusteigen
- so es genug Kraft bietet um auch das zu leisen was z.B. der G5 so
macht.
Und genau hier bietet sich das MacBook Pro einfach an. Es ist
schnell/leistungsfähig, unheimlich portabel, schick und erlaubt seit
neuestem auch den Einsatz von Windows XP was mir vielleicht im Studium
zugute kommt, denn wer weiss welche speziellen Nur-Microsoft-bezogenen
Softwareanforderungen da auf mich zukommen werden.
So habe ich mich also entschieden mein komplettes Equipment zu
veräussern, und auf eines dieser neuen schicken MacBook Pro’s
umzusteigen – und wenn es passt auch noch ein tolles 16:10 24″ Display
dazu – für die größeren arbeiten.

So. Das ist also der Stand der Dinge. Vieles von dem was mich
beschäftigt, vieles von dem was bisher geschehen ist. Vielen Dank fürs
Lesen, freue mich auf Kommentare, gerne auch bezüglich der 2 großen
angesprochenen Entscheidungen ( Studium / MacBook ). Oh und wir sind
gleich in Gronau, die Fahrt ist um, der Blogeintrag fertig. Dieser Text
enthält 8888 Buchstaben.

A year consists out of 365 days. If I were to say what I’ve been doing,
142 days ago, I couldn’t say. Our memory doesn’t save detailed
chronological data but mere events or experiences. But if I were to say
what I did on the 16th of March 2001, I could explain it in such a
great depth of detail that it would feel as close as yesterday.
On that day, suddenly and out of nowhere, my dad died due to a heart-attack.
I still can smell the fresh taste of the arriving spring in the air, I
still can see the medics standing in our house, I still can hear my
crying mom lying on the couch having been given drugs so she could
relax.

Abrupt incidents, especially if around the topic of death and disease,
hit extraordinary hard; there’s no time to get used to the situation,
there’s no time to say goodbye, there’s no time to ask those questions
one can never ask again, there’s no time to process the incidents.
And thus, there was no time.
When I reached home I was left with the dead body of my father; I
talked to him, I kissed him, I cried, I hoped he would all of a sudden
open his eyes again, coming back to life, I thought I’d feel his
presence. But in the end I was all alone, confused, broken and hopeless.
There are so many things I’d like to ask my dad now.
There are so many things I’d like to tell my dad now.
There are so many things I’d like to do with my dad now.
And yes, if I see other people of my age go to an event with their
dads, or getting help from their dads, or just talking about their
family, I can’t but feel a bit envious.

The times after fathers death were quite tough, I fell into a box of
cold water and had to mature as fast as possible; suddenly being left
alone with my mom and my grandma, I needed to take care of all these
tasks which were previously fathers tasks. Those days were so tough and
busy that I had to lock my sadness inside, keep it calm until I would
find the free time I needed to process them.
But this free time never came. And during the first 4 years, I wasn’t
able to process these inputs, I could never really sorrow after my dad.

Now, 5 years later, I miss my dad, I feel that there is so much I could
have gained from him. But this void in me needs to stay, reminiscenting
me of him. However, I can talk about it now. I can write on this blog
about it now. I can accept the situation now. Buddha said that ‘Life is
Pain’, and maybe he is right in that pain is a vital part of our
existence. I think I understood.
With the advent of the fifth year of his death, I also arrived at a
point in my life which calls for changes. In the coming months, the
life which I lived during the past 5 years, will change. Quite. I’m
looking forward to this. I am to close a chapter.

In germany it’s common to write a special phrase onto a card which is
then being handed out to every visitor of the funeral. One usually
tries to find a phrase which is religious and/or fits the
situation/lost one very well.
We wrote the following lines onto my dad’s funeral-card:

“No one is finally dead until the ripples they cause in the world die
away – until the clock he wound up winds down, until the wine he made
has finished it’s ferment, until the crop they planted is harvested.
The span of someone’s life, is only the core of their actual existence”

And thus, although my dad died, he continues to exist – through his lifework, through memories, and – through me.

“The extreme parts of time extremely forms
All causes to the purpose of his speed,
And often at his very loose decides
That which long process could not arbitrate:
And though the mourning brow of progeny
Forbid the smiling courtesy of love (William Shakespeare)”

It has almost become a tradition for me to unveil emotional problems here, without talking about the problem itself. The anonymity of the internet allows to lament and to articulate in detail – without revealing those details.

Many natural processes contain so-called ‘boundary’ or ‘extreme’ values which define a point after which the influencing effect will grow into the opposite direction; Mathematicans know about this as broken rational functions. A magnet that rejects another magnet will embrace it if enough pressure is applied.

I’m similar. A recent talk with Raphael let me realize that I tend to not let someone near me in a casual relationship. I am a fragile person, someone who knows about this topic can find many hints which lead to the conclusion that I lack self-esteem. In order to not break the little I have, I hide myself behind a wall of arrogance, ludicrousity and let noone find the real me.
But if someone manages to break this ‘boundary’, overcome my wall, then my repellingness will turn into the opposite direction, will become a strong force pulling all my emotions out of me.

Now I let someone behind my wall.
Let someone into the me, let her find me, told her things I told nobody, let myself in onto a adventurous road I’d not often seen before. I feld luck, I felt contentedness.

That’s why it hurt so bad when everything failed.
I’m not to ask questions, I’m to readjust myself so I can find enough strength to overcome the next weeks at work, which will be very stressfull and exhausting.
I need to dump myself now. I need to find that which is me, release it again, free it from the remnants of love which poison it so bad, and then pull myself in again.

I fear this incidend only makes it even more difficult for me to open myself to new ’someone’s again, even more fearing the cause and effect of a dysfunctional relationship. But maybe the dim light of friendship that left can help me endure this burden. And as I already wrote in a previous post: “But the memory of them sunny times will shine forever”.

As if it feared the dark clouds which were to appear, the grass shivered. Dusty wind, harbinger of what was to come, shook the grass, twirled, twisted, bend it. The silence, which is typical before a storm, had left, the remnants of the previous good weather had seemingly silenty disappeared. Several minutes ago warm wind, butterflies and an overwhelming amount of peacefullness had dominated this place. Warmth had been all over, flowers had been dancing to that secret rythm which seemed to influence the bee’s and birds too.

Luck is a rare good, it’s presence is the start of it’s disappearance. As soon as you get ahold of it, you lose it – just because you got it in the first place. So one has to inhale every second, enjoy every minute, record every timeframe. Real luck is a rare good, it’s what we admire the most – and nobody can keep it longer than for a short amount of time.

And just as the happiness, warmth and friendship had left, luck had vanished too. Gone to a secret place, waiting to, or not to, reappear.

Like heavy tears, falling down from a crying heaven, the black clouds had turned the once happy scene into debris. The thick water made the plants feel their added weight; with a sad look they seem to crumble under the additional burden. The bee’s – those who could survive – had hidden. Thunderbolts had changed the overall view of the scene, had given a well-known place a new face, unveiled previously unknown details.

The happy feeling will come back again. Sooner or later. Luck will come back too. Sooner or later. Whether it might happen here remains to be seen. Whether this place will find back to it’s old beauty remains to be seen. The future is known for always taking the course which we expect the least.
Thunder and rain can be a good starting ground for a plethora of new plants, animals, insects, feelings.

I for one hope for the best, well-knowing that hope is not to be trusted, it’s mankind’s greatest treasure – until it has to face the face of reality.
But the memory of them sunny times will shine forever.

I’m sorry for not writing in here anymore. But a dificile combination consisting largely out of work-based stress and therefore the need for recreation in the little spare time I have.
I feel that I’m shortly before entering a burn-out state again, so I need to be carefull. And currently it feels very good to not use a computer in my spare time. So I’d call this Blog sort of temporalily closed. – Until further notice. If you see me on ICQ or AIM feel free to contact me, I might or might not answer.
Love you all. Thanks for reading.

I’m sorry for the lack of passion I invested into this blog lately. But
several new projects, commitments to other things, business at work as
well as an added emphasis on party and friends.
I have quite a lot of news which I want to share, on the one hand so
other people know about it (some people tend to call it ‘pimpin) and on
the other hand so I can remember this (via this blog) someday in the
future. I’ll cut all the news in different posts.
My writing could sound (read?) funny because I’m currently sitting in a
hotel in Stuttgart and I’m already  a tad drunk, but more on that
later on.

Sorry for not posting anything in here right now, but while I have on
the one hand not enough time to really concentrate on this blog I have
on the other hand little to write, too. There’re some rants I’d like to
publish here but I lack the passion to refine their content right now. However, here’s something funny I found today on Business-opportunities:

so..
Anyone wanna buy this blog? $7.000 and it’s yours

Sometimes normal conversations can reveal worldbreaking facts for
people, can shatter their whole horizon and make the world, if only for
a sudden moment, look a tad awkward.
I just experienced such a conversation yesterday. The conversation
itself could have been perfectly normal until it took a weird
transformation which I, first, misinterpreted as a logic failure in
dialog partners sentence, but let me just cite the interesting parts:

A really good friend of ours is currently living in our house again,
only for a month before she leaves for argentina.. So yesterday we were
sitting in our garden and she was reading a magazine. Then, after
reading a bit she said ‘ah, that Paris Hilton is marrying this Paris
Latsis” and I said “yeah” (of course in a lower tone being reminded of
this sad event again ). “Now, his name is actually Paris Kristofer
Latsis” she said and then added “which is only because of my brother”.
“Wait” I said, you mean your brothers name is Kristofer because this
Paris name is “Paris Kristofer”, thinking that she had a small logical
problem here. “No no” she said, “His mom liked my brother so much and
when she got her son, this paris here, she named him after my brother”.
This event then turned my world around. “You mean… you know this guy
like.. personally?” (Keep in mind, this guy who currently fucks paris
hilton) “Yeah, they were living next to our house in athens, and oh.. I
still remember when his dad  took him for ski-school once a week”
and then, as if she was talking about nothing special at all continued
with “ah yeah now does anyone here want to drink another cup of tea?”.
Yeah tea. sure. In that moment I’d have prefered a big cup of
pangalactic gargle blaster, suddently – if only for a moment – this
whole celebrity world came like a train, hit me, and dispappeared
again. Weird thing. I wanted to ask her if she could arrange and
invitation to their marriage for me, but I just read that the two of
them are no couple anymore. Well, so at least that’s back to good again

There she comes: now, two weeks after the vacation, I finally found
some time to write about it and thus perpetuate it in here not only for
others to read, but also for me to have a callback onto all those
memories which – a common problem with memories – fade way too fast.
The good thing about a delay between end-of-vacation and start-of-story
is, as I figured today, that the memories of downright boring things
are long lost and thus you’ll only find tidbits of the more remarkable
experiences in here.

(Sorry for all syntax errors, typos and whatnot, but I’m way too lazy to care for that right  now )

(all pictures are clickable to reveal a big version, and here’s the full set of pictures (22))

Mykonos:
Mykonos is a small-scale greek island in the aegan sea, which has a
stiff reputation as being everything but cheap and attracts a lot of
tourists from all over the world each year (we met people from New
York, New Zealand, Australia, Jordania, Spain, Italy, Libanon, London,
Portugal…). Being surrounded by several other sometimes bigger or
smaller islands it’s not instantly clear as to why this is. Some people
claim it’s the vicinity to the island of Delos which offers a wide
introspection into greek life 2000 years ago as people found old greek
temples and towns in 1900 (Delos is actually said to be the biggest
archaeological place next do Delphi). Other people claim it’s the
direct link with the gay community, which brings me to the main topic:
Mykonos is gay, literally Dozens of people were but tired to tell me
in the first place about how Mykonos is the most appealing
holiday-target for gays from all over the world. Little did I know that
my shallow laughter back then would bite back bitterly. I’ve never seen
so many gay people on one place – mind you, I don’t bear a grudge
against gay people or feel offended in any way by their behavior, it’s
just the explanation of the process of understanding these new
experiences from my point of view But I’ll come back to that later
on.

Mykonos has a set of astonishingly beautiful beaches, one of them beat
everything I had seen so far (pity I forgot the name). I think that
Mykonos has about 7-8 towns, I’m not really sure here. Chora (or Hora),
found in the western part of the island, is the biggest and – in most
cases – most interesting town on the island. Outfitted with clubs &
discos (you’ll find one in every oh-so-little corner), coated with
expensive fashion shops like Lacoste or Armani, build around a quaint
port and spiked with restaurants and culinary extravaganzas of all
sorts.
The town is resembles in some ways the structure of a giant maze and I
heard that this was so that pirates would get lost when trying to steal
something hundreds of years ago. We still had problems finding the one
or other place after our 2-week vacation, and I don’t even want to
think about where really drunk people might end up if they’re new in
town.

The Maze from above. It’s about one mile x one mile.

That’s how the maze looks if you walk through it

This is the quaint port. There’re better pics but this one is from me

This is the so-called  “little
venice” a beautifull promenada which is build so that one ca nip on
expensive coffee while watching the sun going down into the sea.

Our little house lay about 10 minutes by car from hora and the price
for a cab from our place to hora was 7 eur, so being two persons it was
quite cheap for us to go to town whenever we felt that way.
The house was part of a small vacation-park containing 75 houses, a
taverna, a private beach and a pool and since we were quite late (the
boom time is from july to august) we were almost alone in the whole
park – thus being in the great position of having something which was
quite close to a private beach as well as a private pool; which is why
I’ll always refer to “our” pool and “our” beach from now on
I went with my Cousin – Christoph – and my Mom. One of mom’s friends
was there too, so we were 4 people in the house and there were always
neighbors visiting us or taking us onto some sort of adventure.

Our Pool

That’s what breakfast looked like

Our house

Now on to describing those experiences which are still remnant in my brain before I loose their details too;

The Pelicans:
There’re about 4 pelicans in Hora, they just live on the street, let
visitors take pictures, or try to find a good protion of tasty fish. I
had never seen a pelican before (or never in that close) and at night
when I was walkin the streets drunk, it always amazed me when they
crossed my paths or were sleeping next to a club.

Me against the Pelican

Delos:
Melkon, a really nice guy from the Libanon, came with us (or took us
with him) to Delos, the Delphi-Like Archaeological Place on an island
next to Mykonos. Delos had been the host of the followers of the god
Apollo, so there was a lot of Apollo-related debris around: temples,
statues and whatnot. I’m not that much into history but it was
nevertheless really interesting. Even more interesting – even
mindboggling – was the mountain in the middle of the island. It took
about 30 minutes to climb up to the hill but one had a astonishingly
wide and spectacular view from above: One could see all the surrounding
islands, the sea, little boats, the temples and other people as they
tried to climb up to the top, we enjoyed it.

The spectacular view from Délos mountain

The Greek Wedding:
On one evening we went with some friends to a hidden restaurant which
was the center of a gorgeous lagoon, with small ships, some yachts, and
little palm trees at both sides. What we didn’t know beforehand, but
greatly excited us, was that there was a greek wedding taking place
just on that day, and so we could almost participate in the whole
wedding-celebration (albeit we didn’t know anyone there). This was a
really special evening, we had tasty food, really good wine, and the
added plus of experiencing all these things which were part of that
wedding. It was great, in the end we even went and mixed with the real
participants, met some of them, had some chats, and thus learned more
about the bridal pair (It was in fact a international greek wedding.
Some speeches were held in english and the bride was half greek half
indian while the bride groom spoke so perfect english that he had
probably spent a large time around the world, there were attendants
from uk, jamaica, portugal, netherlands, switzerland, france, and
whatnot). I guess it’s difficult to describe but this evening, too,
will never ever leave my heart.

Look how much fun we had!

Remezzo:
There’s a special club right at the Hora port called ‘Remezzo’
(formerly Mercedes). This one not only has a magnificent and gorgeous
view but also an unbelievable high reputation. It’s l33t only (that’s
what we were told that is). There’s no chance to get in there until
you’re someway important, and if you’re in you have to be rich as for
example a beer is 10 eur and a bottle of whisky 140 Eur. I don’t want
to go into details on how it happened, but we got in there (two times
that is), and had another one of those never-forget nights (Another
two, literally). Most people have probably been to a VIP party once in
their life (through contacts, friends or whatnot) so this is no
different, if you ever happened to have experiences something the like,
you’ll  probably know this kinda weird feeling. It’s like feeling
to be in the wrong place – in a good way. We really enjoyed it, (and
they had really really pervert drawings on all of their walls, which
puzzled me a bit).

Our Beach:
As I already told you, we had a little almost-not-used beach right next
to our house, and used it like mad (of course). On our 3. day (or so)
we found Snorkeling Tools in the house and from then on spend most of
our time diving in the lagoon, finding shells, or following
fish-swarms. I’ve never been diving before and I’ve to stress that it’s
a really interesting feeling. It’s a different world, and the overall
silence managed to let me relax at an astonishing pace. Apart from that
we of course spend a lot of our time on the beach, in the sand, trying
to extend our tan as much as possible.

The Gay Party:
Now this is an interesting story, and I bet the title alone makes you
shuffle uncomfortable in your seat, let alone ask the question “Did he
switch sides now”. No folks, c’mon, read on for the full story:
On one day when we were out in town we met two girls from london (Kathy
& her friend whose name I forgot, silly me) who – after labeling us
as gay at first – declared they knew a really good club and wanted to
head there now and asked if we wanted to join them – after we declared
our total straight-ness. We wanted to join for sure, and so we followed
them, eager to fetch as much party as possible (it was already 5am and
most clubs were closed by now). On our way to the club the girls
informed us that it might very well be that we were the only straight
guys in the whole club as it was *THE* gay after hour club. This, of
course (we were drunk), did in no way affect us and so we proceeded.
This was the first time in my life that I went to a gay party, it was
really funny, all these gay people were extremely kind (of course they
were kind, they were after my ass!), and definitely understood how to
celebrate a good party. Although I was quite reluctant to stay there
for a too long time (having a gay touch your belly, ass or penis every
once in a while makes you feel different) we still managed to have a
ton of  fun, danced, had Kathy take cool pictures, drank drinks
and chat and laughed about all kinds of things. I may not have been in
the best mood but I think that I was a tad tired too, so if you’re
reading this Kathy, thanks again for taking us with you as well as
sending the pictures and sorry for me wanting to leave early. Now, I
learned two really important things on that evening (as in important
for my life):
1. I know fully understand how women feel if a horny guy is chasing them like mad.
2. If I ever go to a gay party again I’ll NOT wear a pink shirt.

I even tried to look gay

Gay party pic.

The last day:
On our last day we had planned to go to a full-moon party in a club
somewhere in the middle of the island. We had heard good stuff about
these parties, that they were for example resembling some of the really
good Ibiza parties. But since we had met a girl from spain at lunch
with whom we wanted to drink a bit at 8 we decided that we’d first go
and meet her, have some drinks with her and hen maybe continue to the
full-moon party. The girl, Virginia (and another girl, her colleague
from work whose name I can’t remember anymore) spoke fluent german and
fluent english, so we had little to no problems communicating with her.
Instead of going out to the full-moon party we then chatted for almost
the whole evening (and, of course, had quite some alcoholic drinks),
and had a really broad and interesting range of different topics, which
now leads me to the whole point of this post: At about three in the
morning we were drunk on a well in the middle of Hora enjoying the view
of the port at night and talking about the before-mentioned everything
when Virginia suddenly started to talk about how she had read
Nietzsche’s “Also sprach Zarathustra” (a really really difficult to
understand german philosophy book which lay ground for a lot of new
philosophical approaches for example through it’s claim that ‘God is
dead’) in germany and what she thought were the main aspects of it.
I’ve read the book myself and thus we could talk about it and analyze
some parts of it ( as in talk a lot of rubbish because your drunk). My
point here is that I’ll never ever forget this awesome situation:
Sitting in the middle of greece at 3am drunk on a well, talking in
german with a girl from spain about the deeper implications of one of
the most difficult german Philosophy books in existence. And she had
fuckin understood the point of the book, something I wouldn’t even
think about having it achieved myself. If you’re reading this,
Virginia, I’m bowin down, that was awesome but I think I’ve already
said that.

Conclusion:
It was a really really great holiday, and it was the first time that my
mom flew (like in a plane), and we’ll definitely try to go there again
next year. And then we’ll know more about the island, which is a
doubleplusgood.

Thanks for reading, I’d love to see some comments

Minutes before flying back