Tuesday, August 27th
My first impression as a belarussian immigrant from Germany is that everything sounds funny and cute in Danish. The words are sometimes strikingly similar, but the pronounciation brings a certain twist to a language which appears to be familiar and different at the same time.
People told me before, that it’s actually not a “real” exchange semester, cause the countries are supposed to be oh so similar. But this is already different and interesting enough for me.
Even though the landscape reminds me of Northern Germany it isn’t quite the same. The architecture is slightly different and I don’t feel that it’s quite as flat as the outskirts of Hamburg or the area of Holstein in general.
Danish cows are orange and the sky appears to be closer somehow.
That’s about it for now. Waiting for the train. Gonna continue, as soon as I’ve arrived in Roskilde.
Okay, I met my future roomie. And his room. The sweet-sour greasy stench of sweat and cooking oil instantly overwhelmed my senses. The (one) room, in which both of us were supposed to live for the next five months was a one of a kind mess, I’ve only experienced at some depressed messie household.
I tried to make the best out of the situation and maybe somehow “inspire” the guy to get his shit together and clean up with me. But after I scratched the last couple of worms (!) from his frying pan while he was still laying in his bed trying to get the internet working, so that he could get on Facebook, I felt that we might have some differences regarding priorities in the future. Continue reading