After a huge breakfast / brunch, I am waiting for the rain to stop so I can take a walk. My first German job at a dry cleaning place lasted only a week. They refused to tell me how much I would be making and told me that the work contract in dry cleaning business didn't exist. The owners look old, but not as old as the time when people needed no work contract to work legally in a store. So, that dry cleaning place is only dry, but not clean. Now when I think of it, the only phrases I remember were :" Don't think, just take that shit and put it on the machine. Faster, faster, faster."
Even though I was still in an unofficial position in the store, they were supposed to pay me. But they didn't, which resulted a trail between us just for less than 100 euros.
Thus, I am back to the looking-for-a-job status again.
As an atheist, I hardly believe in destiny. We had been looking for an apartment for ages, and either the flats were too small, too expensive, or in the wrong quarter. We bought a real estate magazine which comes out every Thursday, when we called on Friday afternoon, all the good apartments had been taken. At the verge of despair, through a friend of ours, we accidentally found an offer. This apartment is on the third floor and in a park. As our appointment was confirmed, we went to see the place. The owner showed us the heavenly apartment and at the end, he said:" Well, the only thing is, sometimes in the winter garden, birds can be loud." (Dear sir, do you have any idea where we live right now? I think we can handle the birds' chirping.) The owner told us that they had put the offer for almost 2 months, and we were the only applicants. As if the place had always been reserved for us.
Looking forward to start another new chapter.
Got a letter from uni. My documents have gone through for my Master's program. Now all I need to do is to pass a German text, then, say re-hello to uni. life! But if I failed it, I would have to wait for another year to reapply. I suppose psychologically I can't afford to push my luck for my German exam this time around.
July, I browse through my old writings from last year. Last July, I felt the change in the air, I wrote about the changes in such an odd month. And here I am again, repeating the hope, but with sobriety.
