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Really. Finally, you're all thinking that here there is the absolute heat while you're looking for Easter eggs in the snow with gloves. But in reality here a typical German summer has arrived.

It happened like this: first of all I was assured again and again that summer is from March here in Trivandrum and then really going on the heat. It was previously unbearable, I figured with melting plastic traffic signs and ice cream-eating children who planned to join in the general hysteria with summer summer vacation.

To be honest, the children are the only ones who have kept to the plan. You are on holiday and eating ice cream from time to time are also children's birthday.

By contrast, the weather, which is German. It's raining. And raining. And makes a break. And then raining again. Sun can be beautiful but withstand the temperature, but what the hell I want with NEM motorcycle wenns rains here all the time? How should I administer lying around on the beach drinking cocktails and networking? I had presented my mind, really.

Well, after last week I was nervous at techno party - yeah, about forty men and four women were present, along with two security guards and ten Uniformte waiter. Encouraging the whole hotel roof, well, I danced, I set up home - around 11pm was duly Feierabend - was wet again rained.

But now I'm on track, but really want to write here that I hardly come out and actually can count the moments in the outdoors. Last Sunday, shortly after driving here in the near Villapilshaala, Sughata was here from Bangalore ayurvedic clinic in NER. And by chance there were a lot of buildings by Laurie Baker , impressive. And also great, even for a while to talk with me Sughata ... Sure, people knew from the newspaper from the day before

Then again a week spent with meetings, meetings, training sessions and discussions. The network to which I give here is to time as an IT consultant (!) My comment is in really stark NEM state. Aspiration and reality meet in a naked-eye supernova to seeing each other. Things like blah or blub then determine the evenings, does not produce truly Indian, was added.

And if even a real festival of great entertainment value is provided, then the course will not take place in Kerala. Holi, the spring festival, where all beschmeißen each other with paint, are everywhere else, just not here. Well, hopefully tomorrow gibts least colorful Easter eggs would be, aj, a colorful springtime event. I will definitely scan everything and report here.

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... The days run away, and I did not realize sometimes how much is moving.

First, and this news is now no longer new, the sad news reached me from Germany. Joseph Weizenbaum died a week and a half - one of those computer scientists who have shaped her work decisively my personal development. Once during my computer science studies came up more and more doubts about the perfection of a brave new world of IT, he was the one who made it clear that literacy can be a basis for criticism and must. Several times I had the opportunity to experience Weizenbaum himself in Germany and its fun way to clarify its stance politically, come to appreciate. He has dedicated his life to his ideals, and that was good.

But back to India, where - as probably elsewhere - people with ideals abused for everything. Recently, on the way to the institute where I try to reactivate the network degree, Gandhi campaigned for elite gardens. What would he think if he could see it? Presumably he would have to make a copyright on his image and at least made strong coal. Or not, who knows. Great, anyway.

Great, and this time really and honestly, was my last press appearance . Came recently with ner ne email requesting whether I can give an interview NICH for the weekend supplement of 'Hindu'. If log press Fritzen I'll naturally skeptical, but the paper is good, probably the most useful daily newspaper here, so promised.

Then hit with that of Vishnu Gopal - I had recently met in Delhi - had about me. Networks. Functioning. And Vishnu is a nice fellow. He studied electrical engineering and incidentally writes for the newspaper in order to be able to later prove that he can once more electric than tinkering. And well he has done that, wow. Okok, a few small details come out, but what the heck. And why I'm really bizarre spectacle ne?

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It does not have to be said. I am an atheist. Boring, nothing special. Actually.

But in the Indian Railways is already something special. In Indian Railways, therefore, in those in whom I have moved me. For two days, as compared with a ridiculous trip from Moscow to Siberia. and surprisingly different.

While I still remember the absolute alcohol consumption and the bustle of traveling Russians ten / twelve years, and while I had presented to me at least the same activity, gabs nix like.

Well, I remember, as russian grannies knit socks and sell for five days until the half train Omis wears socks. And as the middle of the night - the big deal was closed and at least two tons of melons from the train compartment was loaded, well, if the market wants ... - that was on the train to Uzbekistan

But not in India. Order reigns in the train from here, and people come over, who want to sell something, but actually the Indian Mitropa has everything under control. There is order to eat lunch and dinner. Coffee, tea and snacks always. And, as it should be in India, no trash. So, so I could learn, out of the window. All that remains is so poor. (How do they do that actually in the class AC?)

This is it, the school of the nation. In fact, I've even let me talk about bad conscience, to leave the aluminum-plastic mixture in Madhya Pradesh - after that I was the only one who has used a garbage bag. From a German production, did not know whether the produce something here ... Well, the tourist has just outed.

And nochwas special. No, not the heat, I could write about it, but that's nothing special. Especially, however, the mixture of religions, was right next to each other. Muslims, who get at regular intervals, the compass and find Mecca, Hindus, I have not recognized in my vicinity and Christians, who make up a prayer to her bunk, before sleep begins. And take all considerate of each other, as is necessary to hold such a small space. Wonderfully.

Only one Prister, who spoke to me, could not believe it, that so many people in Germany are to be disbelieved. And I myself, indeed, to do nothing. At least at no soul, well, it's how I explain the best? So, I pushed myself, did not try to convince the priest of the power of the individual and of Darwinism - but regardless of the peace took the train. What I know for what punishment to disbelief in Christians today, is burning?

Now I like but the interfaith movement , which we accidentally stumbled on the way to Delhi freed.in conference - and right from the guru himself was welcomed ... but as I said, everything is gone well. And now I'm back in Trivandrum, two days, two nights, and then finally adding something ne shower.

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