Birt: 06.05.2019
So now 5 (! 😂) training days in Münster are behind me and a night with a washing machine and quickly packing things.
And it was really great in Münster!!! 🎉
Then I took the train from Münster to Berlin via Hannover. I will stay there for two weeks and then I will take a flight to Bucharest, Romania. I bought it myself.
(I'm not quite sure if you express it that way. I have flown before, but I have never bought a plane myself.)
That's why I want to put my destination 'Romania' in quotation marks in advance.
Let's see what kind of mess I may have made there and where I'll ultimately end up...
From Romania, I will then take the train back to Germany and stop wherever I feel like it and take a week off:
Bulgaria, Balkans, Slovenia, Munich ... we'll see.
And Berlin?
I participated in the first aid course in February. I also did a two-week internship at the hospital in Vienna.
If I now spend another 2 weeks in the hospital and 4 weeks doing an internship at the ambulance station, I can eventually try to take an exam to become an emergency medical technician.
I still have a total of 18 months for that.
That's what I'm planning now.
After all, a person needs goals. 😀
If it doesn't work out in the end, it's not a big deal.
I just indulge myself. I don't have to.
I will spend the 2 weeks in the Jewish Hospital in Wedding!
Here we go. Little Michi has his first day in the emergency room today!
But since I'm also on vacation, I thought about what else I would like to do... here, in the greatest city in the world:
Spending a lot of time with my friends!
CityKino Wedding
Tränenpalast
Doing something nice with Lea.
Definitely meeting Rettsan-Janine.
Free Walking Tour (Hey, I'm a tourist!)😀
Visiting Carmen at the office.
Hanoi City, Herzbergstraße
Jewish Museum (Thanks, Frau Bo!)
Kino Köpi
Kino Froschkönig
DDR exhibition at the Kulturbrauerei
Taking a peaceful look at the East Side Gallery...
OK,
a) this is a program for 6 months of 'Basic Income'
and
b) it will go exactly like this: Little Michi comes home from work after the first day and complains, complains, complains, massages his feet, complains, complains about his unbearable fate, complains, drinks one more cappuccino, complains, and goes to bed long before the "heute journal" to wake up the next morning whining.
And the list above remains almost untouched.