tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-310199522011-04-21T15:31:39.492-07:00My life in GermanyCvijus011http://www.blogger.com/profile/17709546077146431637noreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31019952.post-1152715694208013612006-07-12T07:36:00.000-07:002006-07-12T07:48:14.216-07:00Today in the morning the sun was shinning brightlly in Magdeburg and the temperature was relativelly warm. Since the exams period is approaching and I have to study, I decided to take my bike and drive to the library where I always study. However, as soon as I steped on my bike I realized that my tires were flat, my sattle broken and the backwheel was slowly braking apart, which meant either reparation or junkyard and buy a new one (better to say a second-hand).<br />So I had no other choice than to take the damn tram. As the tram came, I realized it was full (kids were going to the lake to bathe - little lucky buggers) but nevertheless I fund a spot to sit. At the next stop an older man entered who could barely walk or stand. As there was no free place for him to sit, me as a good product of my parents house, offered him my place for him to sit. He thanked me for which I replied the German "bitte" which means you're welcome. He realized from my slight foreign German accent that I'm not from these areas and asked me friendly from where I come from, "Serbia" replied and he asked me from which city, to which I told him Belgrade. Hearing Belgrade, he had a wide smile on his face and he told me "I was a soldier in Belgrade during the war". At that point I was in a dilemma on how to react, cause he was a part, maybe not on his own will, of the occupational machinery that caused many bads in Serbia. I couldn't be happy, but I couldn't be angry. So I gave a rather neutral answer, typicall for German indiferrence, "schön" (nice) and I stepped down from the tram. But the dilemma of how should I react still remains.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31019952-115271569420801361?l=diasporaserb.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cvijus011http://www.blogger.com/profile/17709546077146431637noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31019952.post-1152711517630563862006-07-12T06:31:00.000-07:002006-07-12T06:38:37.633-07:00Well let's get started.<br />I'm a poor student (21)coming from Belgrade (Serbia) living in Magdeburg (Germany).<br />I'm here for more than two years and hopefully I will be over in two years. Until then, I'm stuck in one of the cities which is a good representative of the post-war Soviet architecture which goves me on a everyday basis depretion, but also an incentive to study and get the hell out of here. But until then...well, carpe diem.<br />This ain't my first blog, but surely it is the first on which I don't include politics, history and the rest of that worthless shit (even though I'm studying them).<br />So far, I haven't got any idea what to write further in this introductory article.<br />As soon as I get a new idea, I'll post<br /><br />Enjoy<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31019952-115271151763056386?l=diasporaserb.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cvijus011http://www.blogger.com/profile/17709546077146431637noreply@blogger.com0