Sweet morning today, the sun was shining and I woke up after six full hours of sleep. I failed to hear my phone alarming at 7:30, but fortunately Tobs woke me up an hour later to let me know he was leaving for the fair. I had decided to not go today. Instead I wanted to check out the city a bit.
Last time I was in Munich was about eight years ago, maybe seven. I was a teenager and visited the city for my birthday. At that time I liked travelling by myself, don't ask me why, many people do it. Especially on my birthdays I used to go to some foreign place and spend a day on my own. Kind of like a present from me to myself. Time to remember the past year, to think about the next.
So today I walked through
the city center a little bit. It was super nice outside, people were
wearing sunglasses, eating ice cream, sleeping in the sun. For lunch I had a Käsebratwurst to go. A few meters down the street I got coffee as well, which added up to a pretty serious lunch. I sat down on a metal bench at a small park and ate my handy meal. I thought about how nice it'd be to share such a moment with somebody. Damn, I think I'm growing up.
Walking through the streets I saw something really amazing. First I heard music, a woman's voice singing a sad song. Approaching it, I saw a bunch of people standing in front of a big public screen to my left. I later found out that it was a ceremony for the late Bernd Eichinger. Anyways, the screen showed the singer's face in a close-up shot, huge speakers were spreading her voice into the air, it was a nice thing to watch.
Now at the same time and right on the other side of the street there was a gigantic building being torn down. A huge part of its side was missing already, so that the inner structure, with floors and ceilings, was visible and wide opened like a refrigerator. They were spraying water onto the construction site to minimize the dustcloud. The sun was shining from behind the building, and there was one little spot where the shade of the surrounding buildings didn't cover the light. It looked like a little ghost, lost in the streets, unable to ask for directions.
I stood there for a while, listening to the lady and watching the drops of water trying to catch the dust particles. I noticed a big crane and wondered why it wasn't moving. The guy who operated the mashine, a fairly old man, was standing in front of the crane booth and intensely watching the screen, which was pointed exactly at him. His hands folded in front of his chest, he was listening so truthfully that he didn't even blink once. Hundreds of people were speeding by at his feet, buildings were crashing down, the air was dusty and hard to breath, but all that didn't matter to him. He just stood there, at peace, enchanted by the sweet voice of the singer.
After I finished my stroll, eating roasted chestnuts, I finally found my way back to the hostel. It was only afternoon, but I felt super tired. Everyone else was out doing their own things, so I took a nap in the exceptionally quiet room. I slept for about an hour and was happy to find a still empty place when I woke up. I went down to the lobby and got a paper cup full of coffee, it wasn't very good, but it worked for me.
When Tobs called, I had finished the coffee, but was writing in my notebook, it's funny, sometimes I still prefer pen and paper to keyboard and display. He told me he was done with the exhibition and on his way back. For dinner we had pizza again, un pizza salame e un pizza diavolo ohne Zwiebeln, bitte. While eating we were looking through the stuff that Tobs had brought from the fair and he told me about this party. He showed me the flyer, saying that this is where we wanna go tonight. And he was right.
We got there at around ten thirty, the entrance fee was ten Euros and a beer was three fifty. At the beginning there was a DJane spinning the tables, she played some funky stuff, I really liked it. Unfortunately there was a lack of people to make a bigger thing out of it. Most people were talking or just nodding along, a number of people were bouncing to the beats, only a few were really rocking it. We were just outside when we heard a familiar voice rapping to a clean beat. We stormed inside and saw Blumentopf''s Roger and Cajus on stage.
Now I wish I could tell you that the two of them just killed it, like they usually do, but they didn't. But I don't blame them, because the audience was barely a crowd, many of them folks didn't speak any German, therefore couldn't understand them when they rapped about t-shirt prints and digital cameras. I felt bad for them, because they weren't appreciated enough. No wonder they weren't feelin' it.
We enjoyed it anyways. I mean, it's the Roger and Cajus, even a mediocre freestyle by Roger is better than a decent one by any of them average skilled rappers out there. After they left the stage, they played more danceable stuff and all the drunks went crazy. It's a shame, really. But still, we were happy to come to Munich and see three fifths of the Blumentopf Crew.
We walked back to the hostel and found not a single burger shop that was opened.
Now at the same time and right on the other side of the street there was a gigantic building being torn down. A huge part of its side was missing already, so that the inner structure, with floors and ceilings, was visible and wide opened like a refrigerator. They were spraying water onto the construction site to minimize the dustcloud. The sun was shining from behind the building, and there was one little spot where the shade of the surrounding buildings didn't cover the light. It looked like a little ghost, lost in the streets, unable to ask for directions.
I stood there for a while, listening to the lady and watching the drops of water trying to catch the dust particles. I noticed a big crane and wondered why it wasn't moving. The guy who operated the mashine, a fairly old man, was standing in front of the crane booth and intensely watching the screen, which was pointed exactly at him. His hands folded in front of his chest, he was listening so truthfully that he didn't even blink once. Hundreds of people were speeding by at his feet, buildings were crashing down, the air was dusty and hard to breath, but all that didn't matter to him. He just stood there, at peace, enchanted by the sweet voice of the singer.
After I finished my stroll, eating roasted chestnuts, I finally found my way back to the hostel. It was only afternoon, but I felt super tired. Everyone else was out doing their own things, so I took a nap in the exceptionally quiet room. I slept for about an hour and was happy to find a still empty place when I woke up. I went down to the lobby and got a paper cup full of coffee, it wasn't very good, but it worked for me.
When Tobs called, I had finished the coffee, but was writing in my notebook, it's funny, sometimes I still prefer pen and paper to keyboard and display. He told me he was done with the exhibition and on his way back. For dinner we had pizza again, un pizza salame e un pizza diavolo ohne Zwiebeln, bitte. While eating we were looking through the stuff that Tobs had brought from the fair and he told me about this party. He showed me the flyer, saying that this is where we wanna go tonight. And he was right.
We got there at around ten thirty, the entrance fee was ten Euros and a beer was three fifty. At the beginning there was a DJane spinning the tables, she played some funky stuff, I really liked it. Unfortunately there was a lack of people to make a bigger thing out of it. Most people were talking or just nodding along, a number of people were bouncing to the beats, only a few were really rocking it. We were just outside when we heard a familiar voice rapping to a clean beat. We stormed inside and saw Blumentopf''s Roger and Cajus on stage.
Now I wish I could tell you that the two of them just killed it, like they usually do, but they didn't. But I don't blame them, because the audience was barely a crowd, many of them folks didn't speak any German, therefore couldn't understand them when they rapped about t-shirt prints and digital cameras. I felt bad for them, because they weren't appreciated enough. No wonder they weren't feelin' it.
We enjoyed it anyways. I mean, it's the Roger and Cajus, even a mediocre freestyle by Roger is better than a decent one by any of them average skilled rappers out there. After they left the stage, they played more danceable stuff and all the drunks went crazy. It's a shame, really. But still, we were happy to come to Munich and see three fifths of the Blumentopf Crew.
We walked back to the hostel and found not a single burger shop that was opened.
that lunch sounds awesome. sharing moments sounds awesome.
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