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Uh, my drive. So my hard drive. The last emails were written, programmed and ready for chatting, the final act came in last night. Something else to copy music for the flight.
And I've lost it, she has geroechelt twice since and is quiet.

Fascinatingly, this timing. Or was it Chinese nanobots, which would prevent telltale video documents that I create out of the country? We may never know. The essential tool for the forensic analysis (screwdriver) was taken from me beeen at a domestic flight days earlier. Looks really go after a blatant conspiracy.

Regardless, at least I'm sitting now in the plane and hopefully soon in rainy London. See you soon ...

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... Says the advertisement in a shop window. I am about and sweating from every pore. Mumbai, 37 degrees and 75% humidity, which is a thing like that? Even in the House, under the fan, it is almost unbearable. So that is Mumbai, Bombay, India, the last stop on my tour.

Before There Were few days Puna, not a bad place. Are even clubs that night have Mucke, techno, trance, hip hop, hard rock. However, the dress code also NEN, and you do not meet when you wear knee-length heat at night (ie short) trousers. Aja. Dress code. I've never met. Is my faith. And I think I will do well not anymore in such clubs, really. The respect my beliefs niche.

Anyway, there were a few pleasant days with Preeti, funny right there is where everything started in September, the end to look over. And France agree on me, yeah, I was even eating French. Fish with white wine sauce, hmmm. Tasty.

Then found yesterday with NEM shared taxi to Mumbai in Mumbai (Colaba), a Guest House and how that world city for ne one to get a lot of money finally back low standard. But, I want to complain not know, there are NEN fan! The help inside. Outside, nothing helps. But nevertheless ventured out, ne interesting city. British, my impression is something like London, of course, completely different, of course. And, for Indian cities, Mumbai is quiet and clean. And there is order, apparently. Is stopped at red lights, there are ne seat belt and auto-rickshaws are Not allowed at all times been in the city. Law and Order, should this be the future of India? I do not know ...

Well, because, just get out again in the evening heat, tomorrow London, Wednesday Nantes. Europe, here I come!

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Out. From Bangalore. And off to Pune. That's the plan, at least, the message came that the plane has been delayed. Saturday, we go further from Pune to Mumbai, then on Tuesday in London to France. Europe. Back again.

After my arrival in Bangalore, I was, as expected, largely busy in social gatherings to say god-bye. Time was also NEN, real BollywoodActionFanatasy see whatever the cinema. Moreover, Lalu in Whitefield, just outside of Bangalore visiting.

Also happen to be the network of Janastu / Servelots and tinkered quite a job interview with ner company that had built up everywhere in India, Internet kiosks in villages. They want, where it offers to switch from satellite to wireless links. And I need. Let's see a little (too) late the whole, but you never know where the wind blows, we'll wait and see.

You all a wonderful revolutionary first of May! Out!

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... Not only back home, uh, in Bangalore, but finally had the long-awaited problems with the bike. Yes, because we have been waiting. Not what would be really innovative new broke. But how could it, with my old bike ...
So, the way of Kasagarod through the mountains was beautiful, wonderful. Green forests, red flowers, alternating with steppes, well, ugly and some piles of rubbish too. But it is so blind after a while.

First there was a problem with the gear shift, I am sensitive as I've already noticed after two days that the courses are purely not know, because the gear cover almost falls off. And so the clutch does not anymore what it is, decoupling, for example.

Well, three screws hard contractions later the problem was solved, okok, I would also like Potter can nachfülln oil.

But then, about a hundred yards from the border of Karnataka barrier (there are bound to open some uniforms, nothing else) pulls the Gasbaudenzug. Wow, the gabs schonmal , oh yeah, I was nostalgic. So a hundred yards with ner clamp down on Baudenzug, crossed the magic threshold and improvise from the only mechanic in town 50Seelen-NEN can spare.

Going back fine, after all, to use by handle, not only of themselves, idling for all cases.

Just right to go around the blocked highway continues. I had no Gasgriffrueckzug (or whatever it is called) and the highway had no covering, or was not here or something.

Anyway, I'm now back in Bangalore, go after a night in Hassan (unique combination of city and country Information) evening with beer, movies and nice friends spent. Finally, back home until next week. And, still no broadband. Hmmmm ...

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Yes I think if you hang on the beach is still around, but inasmuch as you have been deceived. I, too, I'm broken in two days to drive to Varkala in Kerala's north coast. What I have just made it too, but has somehow can not find more beach. Well, if I had really looked right.

For yesterday I've got an excuse, since I've moved me formally. So not much, after several hours encouraging bike does not just sit still hurting mightily, but also setting the body, comes from which direction the sun. Or must come, if you're right. So I was right, but just NICH on the beach, but somehow in the inland road to the north. I think so, have moved the highway that looked suspiciously like highway anyway. But what one should make you wonder

Well, today I am a bit further. Hazards. About 200km, which can easily remember because that exactly one tank of fuel (one for 500 rupees, please!) Corresponds. Yeah, the box swallows too much fuel, I am looking. But that also means 200km degree I am still so in Kerala, Kasagarod or something like that is the town next door.

Problem is, the city is here. Next door. And that's why gibts ne Lodge (Lodge is here in the hotel gibs only food, a bed) here. Near the beach are no lodges, is not a tourist border. And Indians are not so often on the beach, cinemas, and prefer the temple - and gibs are no tourists. This has already been shown in the flashing eyes of the lodge master, as he has rented me a room.

Well, I got a room. And I can rest a bit. Tomorrow, we go through the mountains, namely the direction of Bangalore. For two days I leave for me, maybe I can use the time to even touch anything in the woods, nature is beautiful here. Palm, tea, mountain times ... hope that I'm having a really cross me again landfill, unfortunately, sometimes you feel here, but I've picked out already NEN exciting way.

And then meet in Bangalore, Dinesh, Lalu and Vidhy again. It's time ...

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I sit on the beach, Varkala again yeah. Everything Indian, and it belongs to me I'm the pre-monsoon chosen for my holidays. Postseason, still touristy, but relaxing.

Highlights so far: rain immediately after the start in Trivandrum, forced break. Then yesterday for breakfast I have my croissant Klaun of ner crow. The whole outrageous! During the day and swim program, and again in the evening NEM beach cafe, beer teapots. Due to lack of license.

Ne night in the hotel Chinese surveillance drone asked. NEN was about inches long and has been ne green LED installed that has always flashed when running. So ne status, everything probably ok. After an extensive video documentation, which is published exclusively here at a given bandwidth, I have the high-tech drone looted and set the orientation on ne wrong track!

Why Chinese? Well, you know flashing status LED, which says it all. I let myself get NICH small in any case, you should go and stop running ...

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Holiday. Finally. Beach and chill out in between rain and sultry heat, sunburn gabs and again, wonderful. After several weeks now I've tried here at the IT Department to reform what actually needs a revolution (and then of course that was not too lazy to foment the revolution), it was really time to get some air time.

If only tourist-air, only when NEM trip to Kovalam , TouriBeach number one here and then in a few days in Varkala , TouriBeach number 2 but not to be despised. Beach1 was actually only NEN days visit, as I've been there several times and is just very own. In particular, the Hotel Leela asks, is not it like I'm dorhin come. Nothing with one-eyed purple haired aliens , only funded tourists there. But if you as a foreigner here randomly mitm taxi - the official car of the Institute, an old Ambassador - pulls up, you get just anywhere, even in posh hotels.

Well let just for NEN afternoon, then last Sunday after from Varkala Beach and there diligently, computers and pubs alternate with each other. Could actually be quite nice there, but just somehow outside India. Only tourists everywhere, and prices accordingly. However, there are also things like rolling tobacco buy what has led to several months after that I Nichrauchdasein now turn once again. Otherwise, if the rain I've always sent me back inside programmed diligently, and now my software project even NEN editor, must be to test it.

As one can ever make NICH holiday, I am the last Wednesday had to be returned to Trivandrum to the institute and there still hacked Debian on Sun machines. Still nervous on Linux Install Party have been what it is not everything here so spontaneous! It used the opportunity to take all of this leave, which I've learned the last few weeks in the Institute - hopefully we'll meet again soon.

And then also made plans for the India-labor-end holidays, the beginning of May is going to France, to Germany in mid-May and the last week of May, I'm finally back in my beloved Rostock. So ever heated water to the Baltic! Are still few weeks time, and I'll look at me again India. Tomorrow we return to Varkala, and then, slowly but surely, back to Bangalore. So again there may be more news, but certainly less photos. We shall see!

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Everything fluctuates. One more thing, but not anymore so doll like last week. Friday. As I hardly ever left the house early in the morning came, and still wanted to believe that it was only the hum of the day before the head of beer.

Dinesh has sent me home before I was really gone, me and my body has made clear that the next three days, he can make against such viruses have a real attack in just quietly what.

There were: fever and headache and, eye pain and inability to concentrate, tablet, oatmeal and comics (no computers!), After three days of intensive therapy, then everything was better again. Impressive. And boring. How to be sick just so. Anyway, I will now slowly get better and I can - and probably should - again chop something in my blog.

Before I had given up the long boring days of revolutions, and have listened to the fans, of course, incredible things have happened, unfortunately, are just a few of them remained in my memory. But as the morning, at which hook'ten up all the ants in the vicinity of my power adapter. To then the noise of the electrons to end their lives. Confusing.

Furthermore, it was a memorable evening at the beach with Dinesh. Under palm trees, and Toddy . Moonshine palm wine, it was lovely. Well, there are rumors that my mood the last few days on this experiment with native basic drugs back. I even see it that way, I need no reasons and recommend anyone besides me just to visit once ne toddy bar. I've even now.

And my other bike was at the doctor. It was indeed time again. Was just beginning to find a little difficult, but at some point somebody is on the website of the Bike Nomads stumbled, wow, finally a Communty Wiki with information. In India.

The mechanic put everything super tinkering, and because I was so proud of that and wanted to make anyway always time NEN film (Hr.Schmidt!), So gibs EasyPeasyRider08 ([ HQ 319MByte ], [ LQ 153MByte ]) of the current movie to me. And clearly, since I know the enormous demands of my artistically educated public, quite the Dogme style (apart from the film format). And if you do not have the bandwidth, no problem. I can assure you, it's not worth it!

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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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