Sphinx and rebirth

A person can be born more than once.

Birth

20th of September 2008.
Time: 11:07
Arrival to Klagenurt.
First thing to see: clear blue sky and green mountains.
First feeling: thrills
Name: Mispronouciation by Tare. the best artist in the world. A spanish brother.

Cut from my roots, from the umbilical cord of my home I was thrown into the big world. Without any warning nor preparations.
Everything was fresh and new. The taste of pesto. The sound of German. Everything. With energy of a new born baby I started to explore.

Adolescence

With each passing day the enviroment became more and more familiar. I discovered new paths in the hills. New cities. New people with new accents. And all of thet became normal. Something that has always surrounded you. It was the only know world that became a part of me and I became a part of it. The conquest continued. After three months I could understand (more, less) what the professor was speaking about on a lecture. The satisfaction of gaining more control of German was tremendous. Another grammar structure under my command! That felt good!

Every one has a beast inside. As Ilde refers to it "the inner bitch". I never liked parties. They looked (and were) boring and primitve. Some liquid encouragement, toilet paper and a hose. The first Uniheim party. The beast was unleashed. The party soon became the one and only proper way to celebrate anything. As music fills the silence the parties gave tone to each week. The beat of Erasmus, rythm of the heart.

The psychologists call it hipersocialisation. The common experiences with people who, in theory, should have nothing in common with eachother create a new type of interpersonal relations. I like to call it loveship, since it's stronger than a regular friendship. A person who I only knew for three months became closer to me than people who I've known for years!

Not to mention all the new facebook features!


Adulthood

Non of the experiences of the adolescence period did prepare me for the coming of age. The sharp and brutal moment when one becomes an adult. The moment when one has to leave. All the preparations and experiences led to this very moment. Confrontation with life itself.

Life

Before Erasmus? There was some life but I hardly can remeber anything from that period.
After Erasmus? The life just really started. And this time I have tools to deal with it!