Rainbow people

It's been a while since I last wrote here. In the meanwhile, lots of things happened.

Okay. Not really.

We had the coolest dinner ever with the czech girls cooking for us food I can't even remember the name of. Yummy stuff, though.

We had fun, sang, danced, laughed, spilled beers, chatted in 7 different languages (yes, I counted them), met new people, played czech quiz, sucked at czech quiz, ate, drank, infected each other with some virus, got sick. They're ill, he's ill, I'm ill. Shoot.

Driven by some kind of feverish delirium I ate a 4 serving danish chocolate cake in 24 hours and agreed to voluntarily translate a text from English into Italian, which I'm supposed to hand in today.

I'm the worst with deadlines (and everything concerning being on time) and the fever does not help.

Yet, I've found out how awesome people can be when you're unwell, even though you've been knowing eachother for less than a month and you don't have much in common, except for your exchange student status.

Based on the people I met here, if I was asked to give each nationality a feature, I would say candour for the Poles, friendliness for the Czechs, reserve for the Slovaks, helpfulness for the Danes, wittiness for the Americans, indipendence for the Turks, entertaining for the Gibalterians (or whatever they're called...I'm sorry for this, Jeremy - even though I know you will never read this).

I like this eclectic bunch of guys. No, I'm not drunk. It's just the fever getting high again, probably.  :)

You know you're an exchange student in Denmark when... (ep.1)

you're wearing leggins, jeans, 2 pair of socks and you're still cold.

you're glad your phone has a calculator, so you can convert kroner to your home currency.

the first time you spent 400 kroner you were like WHAT THE FUCK?! then you remembered kroner are different, so you made the conversion and then you were like WHAT THE FUCK?!

you thought that Danish language would not be such a big deal, after all. Then you started Laerdansk courses...

TILBUD is the keyword.

you see your teachers drink and dance for the first time.

doing the laundry is a challenge for yourself.

you know at least two of the following: Netto, Føtex, Løvbjerg, Rema 1000, Aldi.

you see italians everywhere.

you see czechs everywhere.

it's -3° and you feel warm 'cause it was -17° the day before.

you are going to wait until May before even thinking of getting a bike.

Fridaybar.

Thursdaybar.

International Night.

Dorm bar.

Sunday trip. 

"Have you done your readings?" - "No." - "Me neither." 

any other bus rides more often than yours. 

you bring the Danish dictionary at the supermarket. 

you get pissed when a Dane suddently starts speaking English with you 'cause he realized you're a foreigner before even hearing you speak. 

you get pissed when a Dane starts speaking Danish with you 'cause "how the hell didn't he notice I am not a Dane?!" 

You make you-know-you're-an-exchange-student-in-Denmark-when lists.

you seriously think that your home country has to learn a lot from this country. Because it does. No matter where you are from.

Catch me if you can

During the last week I basically missed at least one bus a day. No, not basically. I did.

Together with the bus, I missed (lists, my love): 

:(  Monday class 

:(  Thursday class 

:(  Thursday danish class 

:(  Castle Trip 

:(  My dignity

This week I'm gonna put my watch 5 minutes forward and just make a fool of myself trying to think that's actually the real time.

Danes are always on time - no they're not: I have a lot of danish class mates who are constantly late, but they like to think they're on-time people - so if you want to piss one of them off, just be late and say you missed the bus.

That's what I do. I've never missed any bus: I just wanted to piss some Dane off. It's cool. It's fun. It's a lie.

Hey you, Bambi!

After a 46 kroner food shopping, which made me so proud of myself (happens only in Denmark), I spent 40 for the bus (happens only in Denmark, again). But the destination was really worth the price: Deer Park, or whatever you call it. I'll call it Bambi Park and I would love it if the bus driver asked me where we're going: "To the Bambi Park!", which would totally work out, I know. [This was for you, Sarka:) ]

First thing that surprised me - and yes, Brombolino, I'm going to start a new ordered-list - was the complete free entrance with nobody controlling the gates.

Same situation in Italy *consequences*: people leaving the gates open on purpose ->deer around the city ->angry dogs -> dead deer -> dead dogs -> happy cats.

Deer - Instructions for use: 1. Feed them with brand new carrots, they're picky and spoiled. Or just smart. 2. If you do not have food, you do not exist. 3. Not existing means you're likely to be trampled when they start running randomly. 4. When they look at you, they're actually just aiming at your fingers cause they look like thin carrots. 5. Be brave and touch them, anyway.

17 things I learnt in 17 days

1. Danes aren't that perfect as I thought, which really comforts me.
2. Danes do not know courses: they just make a weird mixture of a three-course meal.
3. Point number 2 is like a blasphemy to any average italian person.
4. Danes like buttons.
5. I can't use buttons. All I need is an on/off thing.
6. I have no idea how I could've lived all my life without a microwave oven.
7. If you see a friendly washing machine window picture on a powder box, doesn't necessarily mean it's soap.
8. It could be an anti-scaling agent.
9. Yes, it was.
10. Yes, I've washed my clothes with it before realizing it wasn't soap.
11. Yes, I'm stupid.
12. Italians abroad seem to be identifiable by the way they're dressed.
13. Still wondering why.
14. You can actually tell how much money a Dane has from what he drinks.
15. I can't go a day without missing at least one bus.
16. How can you even call it coffee?!
17. I seriously need to get used to bikes ringing at me. Like "GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY WAY!"

 

Ready, set, go

I've been living in Denmark for 21 days now and been trying to survive in Skejbygaard for 14 days with no room-mates, no kitchen-mates or whateverelse-mate. 

A forever alone erasmus student trying to deal with:

1. a hundred button microwaves oven which I can't really use, so I just keep pressing them very randomly and hope to get my food cooked. It works out sometimes.

2. a stupid venetian blind that won't lower. My room faces the east directly. Do the math.

3. a dead bulb. *darkness darkness everywhere*

4. a shower which was set up totally upside down and I can't take any shower without having to take the pipe down every freaking morning.

5. a useless laudry card which doesn't let me in the laudry room. I've been waiting for the janitor to fix it 'cause he said he would. Well man, it's been a week now and I'm running out of clean clothes! Where the hell are you.

6. a very noisy bathroom. Don't ask.

7. a very noisy radiator.

8. an haunted cupboard door that keeps opening on its own.

9. my very very crappy English.

 The biggest kiss ever to one special person who's not having a very easy time =), brombolino.