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first sign of life ... and there you go again!

Hello dear ones,

after my not really perfect blog (see it all the meaningless posts from my last trip to Brazil ...) is now a bit more than 14 months sat dormant in front of him, he will now be reactivated again, for tomorrow in the morning you go back to the Southern Hemisphere!

For those who are not up to date: This time I stay a little longer than 2 months away and this time it is in another city in another state, namely in the world-famous city Ijuí (about 70,000 inhabitants, for Brazilian standards so a really small town) in Rio Grande do Sul, the southernmost state of Brazil.
And this trip is also more pragmatic motivation than the last one: This time it takes me to the land of good humor for the purpose of data collection for my thesis with the well-sounding title: "Perspectives of sustainable soybean production in Rio Grande do Sul, Brazil: an actor network analysis" Specifically, this means that I with individuals and representatives of organizations in my study area in soybean cultivation and involved trade are conducting interviews and by the end of my time there may also try a small workshop with some of these players in the Sojaanabaus organize . Whether the latter hinhaut, remains to be seen. Above all, it's just the interviews.
Fine, but before it's really gets going, I am taking a few days trip to Campinas and Belo Horizonte to see old friends again.

But something is different than last time: While I'm bursting from anticipation before my last trip, since I am this time but a little ambivalent. On one hand I'm excited there at the time and am very happy to see my friends, but then again I'm a little sorry for himself and uncertain.
The word "South" (yes I go to the "south" of Brazil) makes every European in the heart of the sun laugh. In this case, one must remember, however, that This positive connotation on the other into the opposite hemisphere and with it the same all the seasons. Means something like: while here the days are getting longer and warmer, there's the opposite, and in the south of Brazil there is already significant cooling in the winter there. Of course nothing compared to our winters, but without heating, double glazed windows and other insulation and with the thought to mind that it is now beautiful spring-like-summer, is one not quite so warm-hearted.
This is of course also the fact that my dissertation and thus depend on 40% of my final mark of this journey. This leaves just raised doubts about if I really create everything as what I've done since ... Okay, but we simply want to be a bit optimistic and try to jump over his own shadow (which is certainly sometimes be necessary ...) And another very significant
Wehleidigkeitsfaktor is existent since my better half a few months, which I here must leave at home. Well, one might say that 2 months and some days really are not forever, but they are quite enough to let a few tears fall over it and a stone from felt to 2.367 kg in the stomach ...
In this context, my journey but ultimately also a good thing: On the way back of Ijuí to Lüneburg early July, I'm still a couple of days stopover, namely, in Vitória, where I will get to know the parents of my better half then finally in person (via Skype know each other quite well, but the live experience can be to replace not).

So, enough of an introduction, there's the next news then, whenever, from Brazil!

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A murderous weekend

On Saturday, I've taken six years for the first time, Daniel. A Schuelgspändli from the English classes of Scotland. It was interesting to hear how much finesse it can announce a boss for a job change. Had I not your zugetrautJ. After two hours of chatting, we went to the movies. Them to the Capitol, I got to Modern. you Mama Mia, I am Batman. I think my choice was better. After the movie I went with Hasli again to the pit. The Niggu played the tired husband and moved back to Basel. On the ground floor there was then again something to quench your thirst. Finally, it was not so late and I had to get up first at 6:30 clock. was at 00.30 clock on the ground floor but then finally closing. But not in the Bar59. Somehow I was able to persuade the Hasli also go with yet. He also had a good Joker in the hand. In the Bar59 ran Drum and Bass. I especially like and you get so rarely in Lucerne. Unfortunately, the first hour was pretty weak. The MC was completely uncool and the DJ I also did not fit. It improved but with the DJ changes. It even came right to joy. Approximately at 3.00 clock but I had to go home. to sleep My time was getting shorter. "It chliises chauts platter" but then it had already be even. I thought it considered as a preferred breakfast. At 3:30 clock was lights out.
on time at 7.15 clock came Beni and Sybille by car in Lucerne to charge me. My condition was a rigorous hike, unfortunately, not quite ideal. The first 1800 meters down to the Uri Rotstock were pretty hard. But got it done without tow rope on their own. The panorama from the summit was world class. The way down, almost as exhausting as the top was too funny. On the snow's almost made me often and once cut right to the ground. A little later, still on the grass. Maybe I was too tired. On the car ride back to Luzern I was finally on the ground.

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Soon, wedding celebrated

This is not for me, but the Märtu wants to marry Diana. Of course, he had our permission to work on a Stag night. We were extremely lucky with the weather. When the sun shines, we met at the Arc de Triomphe in Lucerne. There überreichtem we the lucky Martin a beer and a part of a treasure map. His first task was to find us in the city. With bravura he has read the card and found us after about 30 minutes. It was pretty easy. Normally, the map leads to a treasure. With us, the treasure was a beer, two packing fondue, a heavy stone and another piece of treasure map. swung boldly on the Märtu Mobi Dick rode the wild waves of the River Reuss to the package to salvage sunken. now complete with the map we were on our way to the fondue items. The task was simple and was also released (in a cave as bad). All that he had five wives to talk to one Chäsergruess and eat with you a bit of fondue. All he could muster were three mothers and three children. the Russian he went though to the udder, but did nothing about the fondue. From this post, I've also gotten a little souvenir as I dripped the mortar with hot cheese on hand.
went further with the ski's dresses direction Pickwick. It was high time for our mobile beer supplies were depleted. Thanks to our trolleys with empty tin cans in the wake of Martin is also noticed all good.
From Pickwick I am a bit off outside the group. Had to get the hammock items ready. My task for the groom was very simple. He had to span the hammock and then tell a few passers-by from his life. Of course, this got by me a few pointers they could ask the Martin. It was amazing how well the woman with the white blouse the job done at the beginning had. In the end, but by then it started somehow and that Diana told him just want a Swiss passport and money. That was kind of sad. But the Märtu's has coped well and was on the police station. There he had to atone for an old offense. equipped like a professional plaster he made to the facades and floor cleaning. to strengthen he got from a few passers-by even a small Schnäpsli.
The police station was our small post office run over. From that point on it was chaotic. Actually we wanted to go for a Max Gemma and then move into the hut after Horw to barbecue there. In Max's was but not just one but Gemma much more. Especially for the Martin. Such was approximately by 22 clock of the already really drunk and we took off. From then on, nobody actually knew where all the others are because everyone was looking for everyone. Märtus brother was very ill and had to be performed together back home. The Thömu who accompanied him. Beni and I followed them and have the car with all the utensils of the day program or taken away. The carriage moved the beast of burden (from Beni to Thömu) and was delayed in our bike room. Short drink in the apartment, some sake (Saaaaakeeee Kaaaaakeeee esh) and then with the Velo's the barbecue hut. where we had to wait while I got the house, the key was in Hasli. They came at some point with the Urs and the Germans. Luckily was still sober (seriously) and was still allowed to drive. When we started to bräteln noticed two of Märtus Chäserschuelkollegen that they had forgotten a bag in the Max. Driver Urs came back into use. Mission chop was satisfied, secure the bag and cooked the meat over the fire contained.
I think the Niggu was the third of a sudden no longer was present. Grilled meat has nothing more to get to see, he has previously eingepennt. Then came the Hasli. Märtu's youngest brother, we talked for a while with "grusige Wetze" before it even abtischte me then, too. No idea what time it was.
On Sunday morning I went amazingly well. Maybe it was because I woke up again and again and filling with water. When cleaning up, we were then quickly realized that everyone was in town already drunk too much. In Horw we needed just five bottles of beer and six bottles of mineral water. Inventories had but good enough for a verzechten evening for a 100-strong Sauftruppe. It was not to be.
After we won the Märtu with the phone out of bed sacrificed himself and took him from the Beni Reussbühl after Horw. His condition was not alarming but 100% pure, he was not yet ready. for a group photo of the St Brigid's has served.
It was nice.

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The new Stefu

runs while working all right. Private well.
Today I am once again went to the coiffure. In the notification, the lady told me that the Gwafföse "which I usually always cut their hair has no time. Whether it be right even if someone else goes to the wool. Since I do not always know who I always cut the hair, I did not have the difficult and time with other nerve settled. And this came out. A 10 years younger Stefu. After looking into the customer database was then clear why I no longer knew who I missed the last time the hairstyle. My last real haircut was 2 years and 7 months ago.
Rassiert I'm way myself.