Parallel

The fantasy's come true. A professor of mine actually read part of the Bible in ancient Greek, to show that audiology works better in Greek than German. Duh (I imagine that you'd agree with me: pretty much anything would sound better in other European languages than German.) There are some who seem to attract the strangest energy, after being struck by the feeling of "all the sudden, nothing makes sense anymore", occasions happening around me seem to be running parallel to each other: family drama while attending a lecture "King Lear", my Tuesday seminar professor happened to mention an article I should give a presentation on Monday; personal tragedy served to explain her course of philosophy. If time is qualitative and conscious, does it mean that the times goes not well when I am unconscious, but what about the moments I spend just starring at the ceiling?...

....Someone stopped me in the middle of a hallway:"Strike with us! Today at noon." he handed me a flayer: "The strike continues, what would happen in Berlin? The universities in Vienna, Cologne, ... are on strike."

"Are you striking because other people are on the strike?"

"No. Yes. We want better education conditions. We want them to eliminate the tuition."

250 Euros for one semester! With ABC zone transportation included. That is 102 Euros for normal people, per month. You are holding a more than 600 Euro transportation ticket, including all the airports and Potsdam, and the discount for almost everything, why is that a reason to go on a strike? Did you know how much I had to pay in the past 8 years in non-German universities? It is a number you can't start to imagine in your almost academic brain. Plus, you can have as much as Paella on your plat for 80 cents, which is the most convincing argument for me, to stay in this school. Go away and let me stay semi-conscious.

"OK. I have classes. I've got to go." -- I've actually got shit to do, and you guys are striking because others are doing it.

Lady's room is fully occupied around "o'clock"s. Girls are lined up in front of mirrors powdering their nose. (Yes, they are literally powdering their nose). And I saw a classmate of mine-- one of those woman who gives you their presence with a "bang". You are too polite to stare, but you don't know where to look anymore: long ginger hair, large black rimmed glasses, high boots and tie-dye sarong. You begin to imagine her being in a riot for woman's rights in the 60's or 70's; maybe she'd be phenomenal one day, someone who stands out to lead a revolution because you can easily recognize her from her long red hair. But something suddenly distracted your day-dreaming as she took out her organic make-up kit, took off her glasses and powdered her nose, relined her lips and checked her teeth. She was a couple of minutes late for the lecture, but I suppose it was totally worth it for that "bang."

I turned in a note for my boss, saying that up next week, I am not able to work on Saturdays anymore because I have a project to do at the school library from 12 to 19. She squinted at me and ask:"Is it gonna be long?"
"Just for a couple of months, for this semester."
"Put the note in my office," she said, and went on organizing cauliflowers.