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Good day, my dear ladies and gentlemen, and so welcome to the course of record of the Tuscany holiday group around the major courses of art and geography of the school vintage 2008.

Friday ~ 18:00

After I got hold again at Takko fresh socks, a bottle of water at Jibi and post exchange a pair of sunglasses for 3,50 €, I thought that it was time to drive slowly to the parking lot. As expected, most were already there. All in jogging pants and armed with pillows. After a short Verweilmoment in the parking lot appeared soon the bus and the journey could begin. Even at the first rest stop I realized suddenly that I had forgotten the most important tool (after alcohol) in the local supermarket: potato chips! Price of 3.20 € per bag were was during the ride to the norm and a bag for a mere € 2.60 almost a bargain, but only marginally so much.

begun after 8 hours of driving, it was now the next day, he thought the bus driver had to wake us urgently on this and turned the lovely ballad "Isabella" the terrorists hit "Flipper" on. This wonderful Music he wanted to say goodbye to us at the Swiss border and we got a decent representation: Peter! Our father's friend accompanied us on our entire trip through Tuscany, and as always gave us tips he has collected during his years of experience as a school bus driver.

Saturday

It was still dark, we slept in Switzerland for the most part and only wakes up when it was already bright and Italian. The first rest stop on Italian soil, said of all: As soon as we were there, already four Ferrari driver raced one at the rest stop to rumzuprotzen with their vehicles in front of drooling men shank. given the rest of Tuscany travel more Fiat Panda street life.

When we eventually arrived in Marina di Massa, we were amazed at the sight of sun, palm trees, beach. Almost like California.

As even our divine Peter did not quite go where we had, we asked in the vicinity of a 30's monumental slab of the Mussolini era, which reminded me of being evil to the GDR, two grannies for directions and lo ! The block, which we then affectionately called "bunker" was our "hotel". Now that we have gathered us urgently we considered the interior of the inn. Somehow it was an ironic sight: Most of the bathrooms were equipped with showers, in which you might get claustrophobic (and that's an understatement), but we had marble floors, a swimming pool and the ocean nearby!

The day was all quiet in all, we played beach volleyball, amused us in the arctic cold waters of the swimming pool and drank beer, 0.66 l bottles. On the day I have not seen though, but it was rumored that even the sea was warmer than the pool.

The dinner, so now ... while Peter amused with the baby octopus on a plate, I was anxious to find anything that looked even remotely palatable. Something I probably should have found, however, I know the best Will, not what.

Sunday

During the night I had to learn a bitter lesson: Here you should sleep better with the sweater! After the freezing cold night, we drove for the first breakfast in Tuscany trip. It was a wonderful sight (as opposed to dinner), chocolate, cheese, fresh bread and fresh fruit, yeah! Wonderful!

strengthened from breakfast started already visited our trip through Tuscany to Florence.

After two hours we were on a viewing platform, which was packed with tourists. Since I did not ask me twice and went straight to the tourist activities according to buy souvenirs. Under the shadow of David's ass copy first had to make each of us at least one photo of the view. Shortly after it went into the city. Not just the natural image of Florence Cathedral was quite a feast for the eyes. A striking feature of Florence, or let us say to Italy was absolutely huge number of Asians who wanted to paint all of your name and at some point in packs were around you, and the much larger number of blacks who sold in white sheets handbags to sell ie tried until the police arrived. Then, the main focus is to beat it as quickly as possible. When last I saw a real wonderful attraction Hütchenspieler including the obligatory marking, which, as in the reports of possible criminal programs, senile tourists tried to pull the money out of the bag, which apparently worked quite well.

experienced these things I do not continue in a significant time in the city, started up the lead. The leader, Helga was her name, lived for 30 years in Florence, had a hole in the hosiery, wearing a plush flower in her hand and was still a mom of the old school. For they had nothing left for it, if wayward brats, such as women's Hermes is a babble, just between them and their pay is not the respect they deserve. She told us much about the Duomo, the Medici family, golden pig and what is not otherwise everything in the city gave up the lead, blessed be the time for it, finally found a museum to an end. In this museum (which had incidentally fairly tight security and very long queues) there was the real ass of Michelangelo's David, we all stare in amazement, of course, but unfortunately no pictures were allowed. For there were shots of vile outside the museum enough copies of the original ass. After we all with one gaping in amazement and could escape the museum, we finally got to the really relevant themes of this course ride: My first authentic Italian pizza! An absolutely wonderful sight. A dream of dough, cheese and olive oil. see Here I am now forced to add that I pay in Italian restaurants, the extra cutlery needs, with the price between 1.50 € and 2.00 € varies. After leaving the pizzeria, it was unfortunately already 18h and we wobbled slowly but surely back to the bus to return to the bunker to go back.

But the evening was provided for a program: After dinner there was a fascinating group activities such as "drunk", "play poker for money with Ms Hermes" or even spastic dances under the influence of alcohol. After the official rest period, there was still a half hour terror in the hallways, which Peter clearly has not endorsed. But the evening was eventually passed.

Monday: The Monday

provided for Cinque Terre, a collection of small towns along the Italian Riviera in Liguria. During the trip we picked up from somewhere our new leader Heike.

The woman was quite a hardship, for the whole trip about Cinque toward Terre debating with our teachers, what would now everything on the program and one you noticed the reluctance formally to the tone that it is not entirely to their tune went ("Because we COULD go, but that is not even on our agenda and that is why we continue"). As far as it went up had been magnificent mountain views of the sea. We walked a bit through the town along the steep, rugged coastline, where is offered a truly remarkable panoramic views. Subsequently, we wanted to really let chauffeured by train to another town. Unfortunately, the filthy thing was pretty late on. In the local town gabs but a nice beach, but had none with us of swimsuits. So I took the chance and bought a pack of potato chips on the spot.

However, what would not have been necessary. Because on the way back to Marina di Massa, we looked past a big shopping center where we all our major food shopped: 0,66 l of beer bottles, but because it makes a difference whether you pay at the hotel for 3 € a bottle or in a supermarket for 6 € get a six pack. It should be noted that one must always keep his eyes open. Here is a series of mishaps, the students underwent in the supermarket:

I myself wanted to actually buy a bottle of Coke, but I was the Pepsi too expensive and I decided to make a NoName product. As it turned out this was not a cola, but an indefinable drink with a slightly cinnamon flavor, which later landed in the toilet bowl.

I also wanted to buy orange juice, so I have a Tetrapak used where said fruit was shown. During the trip I did not try to do more of it and took it home with you. It turned out that it was not Orange, but a "Pompelmo, a grapefruit! I noticed, however, until I felt the bitter sour taste in the mouth.

Finally I bought potato chips, in addition to a 300g saving package, which I wanted to keep for the trip home, I bought a pack where indefinable something about "Rustica" or so on it was. I was hoping for spicy potato chips, in truth, it was the flavor of "Rosemary".

for a change not me the accident happened, that "Vino" (ie wine) with "Aceto di vino" (wine vinegar) mixed up. The bad surprise came but probably only when you opened the bottle and took a sip .. At least the

were purchased apples and apples real and not some exotic cucumber ..

Tuesday

Carrara on Tuesday stood on the plan. The place where the world meets its austere marble. We visited a marble factory and learned all kinds of things. Such as the finding that an accident on average 2 people per month in the mountains and the marble dust is part of our toothpaste.

in a small stall in the middle the Marble Mountains, I indulged again the organized tourism, and bought a souvenir properly.

Few of us took after visiting the marble works also take the opportunity to perform to Pisa, but I was not among them. Instead, we were traveling in the city and searched anything edible, as what should actually not prove that easy, as had closed all local restaurants and pizzerias. Finally, we found yet another one, which I could indulge in the nearest Italian pizza. I did want to try a more unusual pizza, but after the experiences I had gathered in a department store (remember to Aceto, the vino), I've think about it quickly otherwise.

As for the rest of the day, not a fixed program was intended, even in this day was subsided only of beer and the beach. Mostly, however, from beer, as was found in the hotel school graduates from another school, which was celebrated then. (They quote Peter: All the bumsfähigen age)

Wednesday:

The last day on site was also the longest with the program. First, the city of Siena was visited, which came up with a very beautiful town square, where you could enjoy the Italian sun, and the church. Bet it took place, what was the town hall tower, as we conclude, however, had three completely different values, the bet was called off. Of course I also went to the tourist activities and bought Italian pasta and white wine, standing around up here today. After the stay there, it went straight on to the next town, that San Gimignano. In addition to pizzas, pigeons and torture museums (of which there were two, which is pretty impressive, considering that the city has 5000Einwohner) was the main feature of this city its 17 towers which give almost the appearance of skyscrapers (at least in miniature, the towers were really huge, of course, since the city was largely kept medieval). I regretted that their stay in this city was briefly as time and more or less in groups hung, I would like to explore the city on your own.

stood Finally, the most eagerly awaited wine tasting on the plan. Upon arrival at the winery, the owner told us relatively good German, how to match wines, so everything is right and what he produces and grows. Then we finally had to "taste" the wines and the opportunity to take a dinner for us, what was the best dinner of the trip price. For the tasting we were ever a white wine, red wine and a sweet high alcohol wines are available, which of course were served generously and was very grateful. How grateful just the wine has been adopted, but turned out only when we us on the bus on the way back to the hostel were. As I blissfully slept through the whole journey, I learned it later, some students adorned the bus seats with their stomach contents, as there was only one toilet, which did not bother me but as I said on sleep.

The last night was another very carved on the desk, so that two were broken ..

Thursday

The last day in Italy was at the beginning with the departure of Marina di Massa, and thus also connected to the bunker just cherished. After packing and securing of some food it was already going back home. However, in a roundabout way through Milan. There it was unfortunately not quite as tropical warm, as in Tuscany. It was actually a pretty town, but far too crowded. On the cathedral square, however one would have guessed already easy to see that there are more pigeons in the city as people. For no sooner was there, flew an already receive a pack of pigeons. I spent most of my time in a library and a lock system, was able to walk through that one, because the city was my turn to big to explore meaningful. After we have watched for over an hour away, as Scooters withdrew cars at a traffic light, it was finally final home. Sometime during the night of Friday, we arrived at the Swiss border and there was a further exchange The bus driver, so we had to leave Peter, unfortunately. But that probably bothered us very much because we all fell asleep anyway.

just under 6 clock of Friday we wobbled in Damme, which also rate this trip came to an end.

Andrej Fast

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scenes

(admittedly, a small delay of just a 3/4-Jahr, but no matter)

"Andrei, you're Russian, right?"

"Yes."

"Then why did you long hair? "

And so welcome to the modern theme of" scenes ", I'm Andrew, but I can be quiet Ore misanthrope call and I will accompany you now through the various scenes on the planet: Let's start with

cliché Russians

"Sergei, you're fat, right? Why do you then not? "

Yes, my dear friends. We all know them and we all do not like. Cliché-Russians. The alleged lepers of German society are virtually everywhere, and very easily identified by thick jackets with fur, the bear himself in the pool or the sauna. Gold chains and rings are included as well as the work pants of the 5-year-older brother, who is yet to 30cm higher, and a hat with the symbol of world famous baseball team "New York Yankees", preferably in colors such as white or red.

cliché Russians differ from the common surface is not particularly hip-hopper, but the devil is in the details. Poor knowledge of German and Russian pseudo-stuttering will be known to skillfully! In order to put as much intellectual elite from the rest of Bourgeousie is cliché of Russians only the language of scholars accepted Russian as a traditional tone.

you are a German and can not speak Russian? Does not nothing, plate-Russians! Roll a bit of the R as you speak German and set in each end of block "Blad" instead of the usual "Ej", and already you are also included in the illustrious circles.

it should also be noted that cliché Russians appear rarely in packs of less than 80 subjects, so that an avoidance of conflict would be worthwhile.

At this point, a small standard vocabulary including translation, to give you a better understanding position: "Optics"

- "Please clear the way." (Against all rumors has optics not seeing or doing light )

"I fuck you!" - "Because of my aversion to yourself, I ask you now to clear the square. Otherwise, I will unfortunately be forced to use physical means "

" Bratva. "- That means in Russian means" brothers "when you hear that word, I recommend you to hurry to make the dust, otherwise you will in a few have minutes, a whole extended family on the neck. Most likely you have just added a cliché offended Russians, who now set his whole family tree for you.

Hiphoppas:

What? They are already 11 and still virgin? Or even 14 and have not even been pregnant? Do not worry, because you can be helped! No, not with Ratiopharm. Are you simply a hip-hopper!

Exactly! That these comical creatures that were still prevalent years ago and the belt of her pants were dragging on the ground because it was in vogue. The slow extinction of this scene, but it is not yet prevent them join them! For you indeed a noble goal in mind, that at last the hated losing virginity. The hard core of these males has over the years mostly moved to foreign nationals and ethnic groups (see cliche-Russians) who whine with gold chains, fur coats and diamond rings on how hard their lives and that the cops are so mean but to them take away the weapons, with a targeted Selbstdezimierung certainly not much precluded.

should further be mentioned that the size and the volume of their automobiles are inversely proportional to their penis size.

as mentioned earlier, this scene is slowly but surely under threat of extinction. It seems plausible reasons for not giving a rise in the level within the company may not be the cause for the rapidly declining number of hip-hop artists, as this famous after the formula of Albert Einstein in relativity theory is an asymptotically declining curve.

American Gesellschaftswissenschaflter have found, however, that declining production might be relevant to hip-hoppers in central Europe braces sometimes a reason for the restructuring fashionable in the world responsible. Continue to go the American scientists believe that the number of hip-hoppers fell not, but mentioned the stagnation of the industry braces Hopper forced to dress differently. Thus one should be careful with the mentioned authentication features, it could therefore some hip-hop artists are lurking among us.

Well, there is too much about this scene not to lose otherwise, because most of us already know. The quotes are usually also the same as in the cliché-Russians, even ignoring the fact that the common hip-hopper would "Bratva" did not want to use.

football fans

If there is one group of people that I may suffer less than hip-hopper, then there are seasoned football fans. Most of the colors of the regional most successful club (here in the area gift violet as VFL (Vusbal füa Leggasdenika) Osnabrück or outflow green as Werder Bremen) to recognize them on the road, beginning with the exceptionally large inertia, which, instead of abdominal muscle at the appropriate the body is deposited. Unless

is sometimes made a game in the luxury home stadium, or if it allows for the removal, also in the host stadium to see changed, the otherwise not flashy football in a walking brain Holocaust (based on his own brain).

time by the constant loud herumgegröhlten slogans, which are usually denounced the visiting team, the best players of the visiting team or their family, or the most well mentally present "OLE" cries apart, has the average Joe-football especially at this event in shell thrown. It is not only applied to all clothing, which reminds us in the slightest to the actual team colors (eg Pauli fans in Kotbraunen robes, if there is not brown enough, will certainly be happy nachgeholfen ..) but also the good and only worn on occasions beer perfume that will of course be carried around for two more in reserve with it. The make-up may be missing often do not like the corpse paint in Black Metal is to intimidate even here the color of the opposing team's fans.

Unlike many other scenes that often experience a high and a low, football fans have always, at least in European climes season, so that an avoidance of these people is often not put into practice.

Current football fan websites are:

"OLE! OLE OLE OLE! "

" DRAWS THE BAVARIA FROM THE LEATHER PANTS! "

"BIIIEEER"

If you are on a main station to the normal scheduled time, just ask one of there just stationed friendly officials in green, with helmets and batons if he would you not hire these two utensils for a minute, so you the football behind you summarily teach manners. If you own a one, then please do not drunk on the street or go to spare no better on the road and me being here!

Punks

one time in advance: If you can read this, you're not a punk! Not that punks could not read but have no punks Internet and as my page is accessible only via the net, you're NOT PUNK! No, you're not a punk, if you are already a full 14, and dress up all fucked up.

For punks that these emaciated figures with colored hair, which ask you at the train station to the money and insult you if you give them none. Well, if I now punks are unsympathetic, I can not even answer correctly, sometimes you would want to be happy "PICK WORK" after call, I mean, I torment indeed at Megu, and is of the oh-so-great ideal of the alternatives at the punks pretty much remained, for the run so all the shit around the same, but somehow I feel closer connected to that than to foul football fans.

Typical quotes:

"Have some small change"

"asshole"

"I hate the government"

"punks not dead" <-- Spätestens wenn ich das hier höre, weiß ich, dass Punks doch dead sind...

Emos

you're 16, have black dyed hair, a metal Herpes at the lip and cry like? Congratulations! If you do not yet feel a part test scene, you know by now that you're an emo!

Since you probably want to know about your great models, I would like to enlighten you about something:

Have you not ever wondered why men that look like fags, wine and women writing novels abkriegen all women of this world? Right, you are Emos! Emo is short for "emotional" and is just like hip hop and Metro-Sexual beastly good for women. It's just evil, rebellious and dark, but not as sick as Gothic (so that multiple views of the female sex)

Emos overlooks no so fast. If you hear from the corner blubbering, you know, this is an emo! Outwardly Emos are very easy to see both their appearance as well as to their behavior. They seem shy and tearful, have black, sprayed Hair, often wearing a Piercing and prefers striped, colorful tops with black jeans with the so-called "used look" to the obligatory selsbtverständlich pyramid studded belt.

are in themselves so Emos very very cute characters who uphold the ideal of emotions, who can tell me, however, show an Emo, which is older than 16 and what he as this whiny scratches to himself even serious about NEN, get Lolly. Please specify the address then in the comments with a photo of that Emos plus any facts about him, then the Lolly soon will do for you on arrival!

citations?

"You crushed my soul!"

"I I feel so empty "

" * * heul "

* Ritz *"

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Metal

surveyable This little fringe group is known to many. Band shirt, robe, long hair and boots are de rigueur in the scene. Preferably, especially the color black and at festivals, one should pick up possible, no soap in the shower!

One might even whisper that I look like the last cliche metal band, but I have completed the break with this scene already. Biersaufende cliche metal band with stinking habit and saying "Showering is not trve" tatoowiert transversely across the back (Fictional, so I have never seen one, but it would not surprise me) is clearly not my territory. Granted, of all the scenes I can still identify with this at the most, but do not ask me why. I may not even festivals! Group Hug is now time not for me, because I prefer more intimate atmosphere with as few people. Human differ metalheads only slightly from the rest of the scum of the earth, whether they are biased towards anything and anyone that does not trve enough will and if his skills could not through Fachspimpeln the magical world evidence of metal, then one would still compare penis length .

is unfortunately also the scene of nick name and not sure if I can already see Metallica shirts I get violent fantasies. Metal which I respect, are people who live their way of life, hear the music because of the feeling. Hard to explain, but for me these are already no metal, but something else, limiting beyond this scene.

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