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The Whats, The Whys and The Whos of Bayreuth

This is my first experience with leaving my home Country and moving to another. I like things to be predictable so that I can expect the unexpected (like if). I liked the order of my life and not necessarily order of everything in my life. Paula is the opposite, she likes to have order of things in her life, whereas she doesn`t need her life to be in any particular order. Does that make any sense? Maybe an example will be best. I like to know how my day is going to go, who I am going to see, where I have to go (that is the order of my life), but I do not exactly have the need to clean the dishes right after I eat, or vacuum every day (that is the order of things). Get it.

So Bayreuth is new to us. And a lot of things in Bayreuth do not make sense. Because I like to have my life in order, I tend to ignore the things that don`t exactly fit  into my comprehension of things. When I accepted that about myself, I realized I might be missing out on things that are actually interesting. As a solution, I will try to focus on the things that do not make sense in Bayreuth. So on this blog I will also write about everything that makes me go: “Wait, what?” or “Who is this?” or even “Why oh why?”.

My first one is: “Wait, what, are you crazy?”. And it probably has to do something with the genetics of people who live more to the north. Almost a month ago, when Paula and I went to Bayreuth for the first time to sign our rent agreement, I noticed that Bayreuthians are really hot blooded. While I was dressed almost for winter,

That is me, dressed almost for Winter. And still I was craving a scarf.

That is me, dressed almost for Winter. And still I was craving a scarf.

I saw a bunch of Bayreuthians dressed for mid-summer, some of them even barefooted. First I thought this has something to do with the ecstasy of the first sun (they do not know what they do).

The cold beer must have kept thm warm. And no, their faces didn`t look like something out of The Ring, I just respect their privacy while spying on them.

The cold beer must have kept them warm. And no, their faces didn`t look like something out of The Ring, I just respect their privacy while spying on them.

But this phenomena hasn`t stopped. Yesterday, while returning from a store, I saw a young German man, without his shoes (he carried them in his hands), wearing shorts and a T-shirt. I almost yelled: “Wait, what, are you crazy. It is 10 degrees outside.”. But he still had his socks on, so thats OK ?!?!

More of similar mysteries follow. I will also pose some important legal questions I have come to raise while living in Bayreuth.

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