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other day last week at Tegel airport at the security check: "Get even the screwdriver out of your pocket!" Me: "I do not screw it." The customs official, "But you have a bit set here, for that you need a screwdriver." Oh no, now I find it again. I forgot to unpack the bit set for the Sunday cabinet design action at A. In my bag. Therefore he must now away on business. "I did not screw it, this is just a set of bits that I forgot to unpack." "Well, your luck, the screwdriver, you should not have to take." "But the bits are ok?" "Yes, yes so that you can not kill." Hm I wonder what happens when a whole Kreuzschlitzbit doll pushes on the chest. Regardless do not think something like that, otherwise I see this idea yet, and threatening to pull me out of circulation. No, everything goes well, I land in Istanbul, passing through passport control and put me on the next plane to Ankara again in the security check line. My bag with the already assessed as harmless bit set is three times under the luggage scanner back and forth for. We search for the owner. "Here, this is mine!" I sense what's right now. The Turkish customs officials got my bit set and says: "Problem, problem!" I declare that I have problems in Germany got through security. He shakes his head. "In Turkey problem! Turkey problem! Check in baggage!" He points to the check-in counter, otherwise I will not come through here. I have to give up the bit set as baggage. calculated short, it is max. 20 € new purchase value when I leave this thing here are simple. Not much, that it would be worth fighting for, but already out of curiosity I go to the counter. I declare the facts and get a head shaking. Without my luggage is not. My luggage but I have given up in Berlin. "And where is your luggage receipt?" The little sticker, which is always pinned on the boarding pass? To my colleague and which is already behind the security checkpoint. There are only 20 minutes to departure. I am taken to another that can better English. Over again. Conclusion: I could only give up my shoulder bag including bit set, will not do without. In my mind's eye is the bag totally crushed between huge suitcases and is used by airport employees carelessly thrown onto the tape. No, this is not an option. I'll try again. I can not put it in an envelope or a box? Have not you. And mercy is but one and makes a gesture to follow me. We go to another corner of the terminal and get a box. He makes small, packed my bit set and wrapped the package 20 laps with adhesive tape. Then top it's "Fragile" stickers and a "Fragile" trailer turn, is larger than the package itself Then he throws it on a cart, which is still quite far away from the gate. I leave inside of my bits that create the ever more to the pilot. I have to run, again by the Security, from the gate, board the flight.
An hour later we arrive in Ankara. At the terminal to separate the baggage carousels in international and domestic arrival. I need to both, my suitcase is from Berlin, my bit set in Istanbul. What is more important? First, the international arrival. The suitcases tumbling onto the tape, one after the other. I is not to see. Hm After a few minutes are all supplied with their baggage, and only a small black beat. No trace of my suitcase! Oh no, it is at seven, I have customers tomorrow's meeting because I can not show up in jeans and old stuff. On Lost-and-found desk I look very sad. The colleague is running with me to the baggage claim and look. "There he is, the little black, that's yours!" "No, mine is big and red." We continue to run. My feet hurt. Airport routes are always very long. In one corner is a different case. Black, small. "Is this yours?" "No, my BIG and RED." She nods, but seems not to understand. You fill out a form out and asks me how my case looks like. I take a deep breath: "Red and large." No one knows where he is and when it will come. Nungut wait. Now for the Domestic terminal, see if the bit set is there. After 10 km on foot can be felt we were kind enough to still pure, and there is also my Bitsatzkiste. She has done it, not my case. Great. Dress up you can not die!
An hour after landing, we finally go to the hotel. I give the reception my mobile number, with an urgent plea to let me know as soon as a large red suitcase is delivered. No info at eight, nine nothing new to ten I'm still kofferlos. At eleven I go to bed. Without brushing teeth, without pajama pants, without anything. Half past eleven, my phone rang. The receptionist warbles: "I have good news for you Your suitcase is here!" I do not believe it. Then the phone rings, my suitcase at the door. What a joy:)

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Useless (Fragment)

A dilemma in which you put as a resident of the Ruhr area are: on the one hand, you can find it here on a strange, almost perversely so wonderful that you will never be gone. On the other hand, enter Hamburg, Berlin or even think about ever visit to Cologne. Since it is in fact much better. Once in Hamburg, I do not immediately clear. The air. It smells so natural to skillfully and almost not at all intentional. At most of the Elbphilharmoniebaustelle. On the ticket issue in the main train station ticket saleswoman smiles a typical hamburger smile, friendly and careful. "So you are the Max from Bochum," she says and pushes me an envelope in his hand. "Stefan's Bochum friend" written on the label. Fritzi from the ticket shop always know my friend Stefan, Ex-Bochum-punk, and we dealt cards for Chris Resnick.
"I would need three more cards, that's it?" I ask.
"Just three are still there," says Fritzi and we look forward to a round. Also it comes with.
mention the term Neuralgic concert I first against Bertram. I think that's appropriate because I have a feeling that all the threads that have been before the visit to Hamburg, almost spun by himself surprisingly broad and on-site spin still run together there. I have used the term "neuralgia" is actually misused, I remember the first on now that I nachklicke it on Wikipedia. "Critical point" designates not a nervous knot or a nerve center, but "an environment, a situation or a place that carries certain difficulties or risks." Basically I have it but still made the mark. For if many different people meet, the more risky. Hosni Mubarak will confirm the safe.
Everything we do before, seems like an overture to the neuralgic concert.
"The Neuralgic concert."
"I can not hear it," says Bertram. "If you keep pretending to stress you put too many expectations in there and can meet any night of the world."
We walk through the magnificent City and freeze our ass off. Finally arrived at the Thalia Theater, we sit sucks. As always when I visit this legendenumrankte house. The last time I sat in the place and looked practically from the air on the hairstyles of the actors. Today in the last row of the stalls, where the low-hanging the grandstand view of the stage moved halfway. The "Hamlet" is boring and fortunately it does not matter. Reaps the most applause at a distance of a stage musician Jens Thomas. Therefore, it is therefore disappeared from Bochum: Because he made it to the big city.
In the Washington Bar, who is called current indicator light Hington Bar ", we celebrate the end of the best campus magazine the world and carry the TV with Beate intern in the poodle. She is native of Vienna talks, knotless Viennese and we just like to hear. Bertram bye in between, because he wants to "buy something" out there.
"Where Bertram was for so long?" Beatrice asks me when he turns up again.
"He's gone out to buy something, I tell her.
"What?"
I wonder briefly. "Drinks", I say.
"Oh, are cheaper out there?" Asked Beatrice.
The next morning, the final coda of the overture for the concert Neuralgic. I think.
"Max!" Bertram admonished me severely, but still goes to the breakfast with Portuguese compared to the Rote Flora. How good he is, can, like so much, do not describe with my limited vocabulary, unfortunately.
"If you actually tear off the Red Flora one day, then here is war," we agree and go to the flea market. The seller at the book as it actually manages my Maarten 't Hart's book, "Bach and I" sell without the accompanying CD with musical examples.
"They have gone through the school vendor," I praise him.
His head rattles and he stutters: "The Seller school ... er ... of life!"
I am delighted that he has learned first lessons in repartee.
It is getting colder and approaching the nerve concert. Bertram and I are on the floor of his living room clearly structured and rigid at the ceiling.
"Whether it is probably really good," I ask myself more than him.
"No, can not it be SO good," replied Bertram annoyed easily.
I wonder what he has. After all, come to the concert: Marie, the top journalist who is always looking for a funky adventure and it checks out, the last dive bars. Fritzi, the original Hamburg ticket seller with the absolute will to the party. Stefan, the punk who likes to drink a lot, then in love every three to four minutes in a new wife and they can know that too. Bertram, the head over heels is in love with Edna. Edna, the mysterious, unapproachable beauty in a dark robe. Your name and profile-free friend. From metropolis to metropolis: Beate, the open-minded television intern from Vienna. And mubu, a tall, burly Africans with wrinkled-face crumpled from their WG. He is abschiebegefährdet because it does not decrease, that he is only 17 years old.
A lift is up there in the concert venue. It is evil and dangerous and is on the fourth floor of a tapping-inspiring bunker.
"Certainly a certain difficulty or risk sheltering place", I think, and look forward to the other.
But they are not there yet. Gradually they dribble come and put up miserably. Almost no changes in a word, so here is all just stare. I get myself out of sheer fright a whiskey-Cola and then listen quietly with the other Christian Rösinger: "It's all so pointless yes no This keeps people from more You have to lie down just yet Or you might not even first... at. "

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Hosni Mubarak to Bochum?

At the highest political level is currently discussing whether to go the controversial president of Egypt in the bathrobe-exile in Baden-Baden should. Germany or whether it may have to make moral. Whether Bochum came as an exile of the autocrats in question should be raised briefly here: first
Germany could "not escape aid afford, "says Jürgen Trittin. If Mubarak would come under such a cozy suite in the JVA Bochum, Border Crossing would not be necessary.
second Mubarak's fortune is estimated at $ 40 billion. Since Bochum currently about 1.4 billion in the Cretaceous is (though €) could see both the city and its potential guest's stay as an opportunity. Here you can create and Mubarak, street beneficial to their open and liberal atmosphere on the mind of the despot.
third During a visit to Baden-Baden was in 1998, the Mubarak an outspoken lover of old German and Austrian brass band is. Although with this hot background info the bathrobe-exile in southern Germany is likely again: Appropriate programs would certainly easy to set up the new Music Center at St. Mary's Church in Bochum.
4th Who likes brass bands, which may also beer. And that's good in Bochum known particularly .
5th Mubarak is attending the 83rd In Bochum the democratic factor is seen in the middle of his wrinkled face and responding. Why should not I also former president the benefit?
6th One can not possibly claim that the Egyptian culture had left its mark in the Bochum area. Especially in the periphery, the Customs the Nile State, however, maintained.
7th How does it really make up art, cleanliness and hygiene in ancient Egypt's future, the Ruhr-University would make sure of a ancient Egyptians like to explain again in detail.

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The Mixtape problem

These days even record a mixtape, is no picnic. So to answer many questions. So much technology, where it should really go to the music. In fact, take a tape would of course be completely fallen out of time, almost quixotic. Tape recorder run for many years in the shadows. They find themselves yet again in cars, but most only in the beds of nostalgic young adults who fall asleep like the Three? TKKG or hear. Even my car radio with cassette can not handle. So I take on mix CDs. That went so far always like this: If I had the feeling that you can fill with your favorite songs from the younger past 80 minutes, I saved this very favorite songs from CDs to my hard drive and burned it in a meaningful order to a disc. Meanwhile, this too is a typical behavior of dinosaurs. You just have to carry around even open a Discman with it - such as the regional train from Bochum to Dusseldorf - to know what I mean. Few can tolerate such derogatory views. Today, a decent car radio and USB sticks or play connected MP3 players. The decision to burn a mix CD is a nostalgic element that is not to take more practical. There are only two halfway comprehensible arguments: first
The car radio is still not USB. Is unfortunately not the case with me.
second It openly acknowledges the CD medium and its properties. I do as a supporter of the album format. 80 minutes are a nearly perfect track for a compilation, similar to the 90 minutes of classic mix tapes.
it takes half a day anyway, until I got to the decision by rings to record a CD. The remaining half day to compile it: with horror, I must say that most of my favorite songs in many different formats exist on my hard drive, the historic program that I'm putting together my mix-CDs, but has only MP3. So it's to the conversion. Various programs need to be downloaded. The most challenging part: the first three minutes of a Keith Jarrett solo concert, which I have only on DVD. A DVD Audio Ripper is very hard to find and, of course, he rips the whole chapter in a file. So a program download interface that spits out the final section as a WAV file with 48000Hz and 32bit. Re-convert. In the end I have about 100 minutes of music. So would you prefer to create a folder on the USB stick? No, this is not price enough. Decisions are needed. Really Tom Liwa two songs? Sure, as always. Really again Distelmeyer a mix? Here again is a resounding yes. But, the 10-minute, rare Pearl Jam Single-really? Actually, yes, because I could hear it in the car so pretty noisy, which is impossible in the apartment thanks to insane neighbors. And then I've also rediscovered Seu Jorge. "Carolina" - was a great song! Belle & Sebastian has finally with Jim Sullivan I was following the recommendation of Jan Wigger also very worth listening to, KORT makes a good mood, Joanna Newsom is just too cute to delete it, John Grant is, after all Klaus Peters Album of the Year Iron & Wine and rock perfectly out of the plate. Now I say even drive. Actually, from record should also contain the mix CD. But if I try, I'll definitely crazy. Where at all is a blank? I thought I had one more. One last. DC has come: I surrender. There are no more mixtape. Not even on CD. These times are endültig over.

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Interview

to the art. They also sell a bowl of fried sushi for 2.50 €. I like it here. With hosts of Münster students who look at the art of their fellow students presented unpretentious. And I can not decide what I like most: The Hare portraits in the style of old masters, seemingly hanging carelessly from event posters? The cube, which is entered through two gates and then to communicate with strangers in the dark? Formed the scrap heap of the wrong class of the mad professor Buetti? Sofas, cookers, chairs, tables, televisions, microwaves, books, CDs, and - wherever space is available - beer bottles pile up as visitors to a floor to ceiling and room-sized cube. A megalomaniac and totally plausible work of art. As I suspect, however, that there is one or the other does not understand you, I'll explain it in detail in the following entries. At the end of about three and a half hour tour (With intermission), over 250 exhibits at the young talent to hang I'm staying at one: Helen Hanke (23) has two walls full of photographs. The motive: for yourself, 730 times, for two years, every morning just after waking. Clear box: I invite you to the first interview in the young history of the Golden West.

The Golden West: Mrs. Hanke, they flashed too?
Hanke: Yes, that was part of it to my aesthetic concept. The pictures should look like typical snapshots with a cheap camera that you can get for example, Saturn in Münster afterwards threw for 69 € and buy from the parents but still be inside, because the tuition fees are so high. But why do you ask?
The Golden West: Because the determined but very bright, so early in the morning ...
Hanke: Yes, of course. This really hurts the eyes. But it is such a relentlessly honest and direct way of self-portraits. Before that lightning can not hide anything. Sleep in his eyes, make-up residues, sweat, tears, dark circles, pimples, wounds. But true happiness capture these photos: If you smile blissfully in the light of this brutal Ritsch Ratsch camera flash, then that is deeply felt and hardly in doubt.
The Golden West : You apparently have no friend?
Hanke: I kind of like asking your way and I do not like them anyway. She is so bluntly and directly as my shots. But I do not quite understand ...
The Golden West: Well, because there's only two or three times is someone next to them.
Hanke: My friend was very skeptical when he learned of the project. He saw it as a dangerous mixture of self-centredness and self-exploitation. When I told him then also told of the fire, he immediately disconnected. He is now romantically involved with an audio book author.
The Golden West: That sounds absurd.
Hanke: Is it too. But I liked it. For two years I got the men with my camera scared, friends have turned away from me. And only today, on the opening of this exhibition, I can enjoy my full triumphantly right decision: I get 35 credits!

We summarize thus: A beautiful work and an interesting personality. The best work by far, however, was a beer vending machine stocked with students. He's really quite extraordinary, impossible given to describing noises. And the corresponding plan of beer - a stunner!

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Unheard

Even during the meal I was annoyed that I would never be able to write adequately how bad it really was. Where to start? For the potatoes, perhaps. No, first the facts: had dinner with Al Minero, the tapas-shop with the Internet address arrogant spanish-bochum.de. As if this was a clear case of some kind: The Spaniards in Bochum is Al Minero. Not likely. In walking distance there are the tapas , Coco Loco and Una Mas . The Gaudi is probably unfortunately tight. All three deserved the title of a world more length. Why? Because they offer no tapas buffet of horror. Let's start with the potatoes: they were to have shriveled as ex-baked potatoes with kilometer-thick salt crust, sometimes less than half baked in a potato salad, which had already rejected in the 90 years each student apartment. And partly as a tortilla snack on toothpicks, straight from the market since the purchase in the United uninterrupted cold chain. Cold were the meat chunks in Tomatenpampe , the chicken in a kind of curry sauce (Indian?), Which disintegrated into a brown slush, indefinable and seafood - the tomato soup. My father and I puzzled briefly whether we are dealing here with a gazpacho . But the soup was then but too warm. For dessert there were two bags in kalkblinden-Vlas, plain glass bowls ready. When the waitress asked for our well being, I pointed to my father a short nod and he began. "Well, we're not really satisfied"
"not really satisfied," pointed me to
"It's all cold," said my father, "and also basically tasteless. I wonder also what you have to do a potato salad and stuffed eggs with tapas. This is more like 50's Germany. "
"but much too little economic miracle," I added, breaking up the situation a little.
The waitress smiled sheepishly and made strange humming and whistling.
"You know," explained my Father politely, "Your restaurant was recommended to me by my brother from Lübeck, he has the tapas buffet-day run here and the restaurant under a storm of enthusiasm and leave urgent again. He wanted to send everybody here. Does for me only a conclusion of:. The dining situation in Lübeck be desperate need And that reminds me. For his birthday, he invites you to Hamburg in a Currywurstbude who hires supposedly incredibly delicious and extremely innovative things with the sausage God forbid, that he as similar is wrong! The bill please. "
were happy as we are there: Sure, we would now be invited and submissive bows Apology the entire kitchen crew led from the store. But everything was incredibly different.