Monday, December 21, 2009

Does Cvs Test For Turner

Back in familiar climes!

Uff ... after 2 ½ intense, exciting, exhausting, sometimes arduous, sometimes really super nice weeks in Bolivia I am now landed in Lima. Lima ... this still feels and time again for 'home' to. Even the airport - so well known, only the procedure for immigration, then the wait at baggage claim, including the red / green Random button - do I show my luggage to the customs or I so get that? I'm lucky, the button gives the green light, I go through customs, I grab a taxi driver and come before the airport building. Hmmmm - here I am, dive in the limen typical mixture of moist sea air and car exhaust ... after weeks in the low-oxygen altitudes of the Andes seems to me the air like the most beautiful breeze all over the world! The cab turns onto the Avenida Faucett and gives me the festive mood. All around me a lot of honking taxis, crackling and rattling buses, bursting at the seams Combi. Yay! I'm home! We squeeze ourselves through the streets, through clever maneuvers we keep trying to wring another taxi an inch ahead ... in 2009 there were already more than 563 accident deaths on Lima's streets, I was quoted in the newspaper on the flight from La Paz read after Lima. 0.19% of the cases are due to technical failure - the remaining 99.81% are then probably due to the absolute madness of the limen driver ... who's surprised? Bus, taxi or private car Combi - go here all like loonies. Dear risked their own lives as another granted the right of way - that is the motto here! But ... so stupid it may sound ... maybe now I dive into this noisy, smelly mess and I think it just great!

The road to Miraflores is familiar to me as my hand, the taxi driver talkative, told me the latest pods from Alan García's government (in) nature, works all the way from the usual questions of due to "where are you from?" "What do You are here "" and your husband - Peruvians or German? "and I could cuddle him for having everything right, to the question of whether I like ceviche. Yes! I love ceviche! And tomorrow I'm going to incorporate a whole school of fish!

We arrive at Jutta's apartment and the guard greeted me with a "there you are, we have been waiting for you!" Oh wonderful - I have for days waiting for the moment I am finally back on familiar ground motion ...!

I park my luggage in Jutta's apartment and then go right at WONG - buy a little food, so I at least tomorrow morning coffee and milk in the house have. Jutta is indeed in Vienna and yawning ih ... r fridge empty. On the Ovalo Gutierrez's all as always - the fruit-woman pack after a long day at work their Cars together and sends itself to go home. The guard in front of the "interbank" greets - also friendly as always - u nd just around the corner, just before the entrance to the supermarket, the woman sits in a wheelchair, which here always sold candy. I tell her that I give her what if I get out ... It has really changed anything ... I think ....

expect me, however, large changes in the WONG! All the supermarket is like a flashing, glittering, glowing Christmas Market - lights, Santas, snowmen and everything you can imagine at Christmas only. The All strikes me as unexpected as a Japanese tourist, who in midsummer in Rothenburg occurs ob der Tauber in Käthe Wohlfahrt's Christmas Village ... In the background someone tinkled on the piano - I've always found bizarre: a grand piano in the supermarket, stands around so Can there between fish counter and Creampie Department , a young guy in white shirt and black pants are the best, gurgles beside a fountain indifferent to himself, flooded gleaming over all bright neon and the people their shopping cart pushed by courses ... I my way through the incredible Crowd that has to do on Saturday night at half past nine, apparently nothing better herumzuflanieren than in the supermarket and buying to make a piece of cheese for the event of the year: "Yes, I am here at the cheese counter ... no, mi Amor, me. can not find the cheese. Last week he was still here. Oh my goodness .... What do we do now? Cheese pizza? No ... let me see .. (She leans to the left of me and grabs for a cheese). ... "No ... there is not .... Ah, here ... yes ... I think I was ...." And so on and so forth. I do want to get away. Buy a few mangoes (Mangozeit!!) Avocados, pretzels, wine, salad from the salad bar, milk, coffee .... And from the cash register. "Tarjeta Wong," asks the saleswoman, and as always, and I shake my head. Do not be Wong card. Wong does not want a card. Wong also need no card. 'm Here just to visit. But nice that they ask anyway ...! God is good to be here. Knowing all this. to love it, wonderful in all its absurdity. And I am still here just to feel at home in Cologne! Some people are bilingual. I'm just z weiwohnortig are :-)