Week 6

Wow. Survived another week.

Monday, February 6th, 2012

There was a big fire on the Autobahn on that morning – a truck laden with coffee crashed into a small transporter which had some machinery in the back that immediately caught fire – and the coffee truck started burning, too.
All of that happened before I drove past, all I saw was a burning truck, a helicopter and more fire engines than I thought to be necessary. It also smelled like burned coffee.

Tuesday, February 7th, 2012

Teymur and me taped a second episode of The Knutsens – which we of course called Episode 1.

Wednesday, February 8th, 2012

Dinner at Takumi. Nothing beats dinner at Takumi. Nothing.

Thursday, February 9th, 2012

I listened to K-Pop all day while working. And someone showed me this video of Werner Herzog talking about chickens.

Friday, February 10th, 2012

Mr Kaiser stopped over at our office and we went to have lunch at Ban Thai.1
Later on I hung out with Teymur at his studio, ate away his waffles and played Minecraft while he “worked.”

Saturday, February 11th, 2012

I checked out the anti-ACTA protest in Düsseldorf which turned out to be pretty huge. Because I’m a wuss, I went back into the warmth of my apartment pretty fast and decided to do terrible things to brussels sprouts. I cooked them, fried them with some bacon and soy-sauce2 and had them with udon noodles on the side. Tasted good, looked disgusting.

I also started watching the fourth season of The Wire which brings me right to…

Sunday, February 12th, 2012

I watched The Wire all day.

  1. Yes, yes. Food is important, so I will mention it all the time. 
  2. Don’t ask me what I thought there. 

Der Mann mit der Maske

An der Stelle fahre ich jeden Arbeitstag einmal vorbei:

Der Polizist habe von einem Zivilfahrzeug aus nahe der Autobahnauffahrt Wesseling am späten Montagabend Geschwindigkeitsmessungen vorgenommen, als der mit einer Sturmhaube maskierte Mann neben dem Auto aufgetaucht sei und die Pistole auf ihn gerichtet habe [..]

Geärgert habe ich mich schon oft über die Raubritter Verkehrskontrolle, soweit wie der Typ in der Maske würde ich dann doch nicht gehen.


Hui, mein täglicher Weg zur Arbeit war die erste Autobahn. Wußte ich auch noch nicht.