Sitting in Nele’s room. We are now listening to the book of Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban on Nele’s CD player in German. Nele is lighting her fire, she is so meticulous. It’s good to watch. I am so disorganised and random when I light my fire, but Nele is so ordered. She scrunches up her newspaper, rips her card board, lays out her kindling; then organises her wood from smallest to largest in neat little piles on her floor. I should add, before she begins she cleans out her oven perfectly, all the ashes out of the oven and from around the door, and sweeps up any ash on her floor before she lays out her piles of cardboard and wood. I wish I was that careful. I watched Jenny chop an onion the other night, it was perfect. Every piece was the exact same size, or close to it; fascinating. I would like to say that am going to make a concerted effort to be more careful in other areas in my life, but I probably won’t.
I have only just applied to graduate. (Qualified Youth Worker now). But I haven't done my tax yet. No excuse, other than laziness.
Now that the fire is lit, we are not quite up to the part of the book where he blows up Uncle Vernon’s sister. She has now swept up all new dirt and ash.
When we were in Edinburgh, about 4 and a half months ago, we went to the café where J.K Rowling wrote the first Harry Potter book, maybe the first few books. The café overlooks an old graveyard. She had enough money to buy a cup of coffee a day. The café staff would let her sit there all day, with one cup. If you walk around the graveyard, you can see some of the names of the characters in the books.
There is a graveyard next to the castle here. Nele and I are going to break in and have a look this afternoon. Before it gets dark here; which is soon. This whole area changes when night falls. I am not fond of night time here. It is far too dark. Dusk is the worst I think, the sun goes down around 5pm, however recently, most days the mist has drifted in about an hour, an hour and a half earlier.
Walking from the castle down to the kitchen at dusk is my least favourite activity. The batteries in my torch are failing. I have more, somewhere I think. The torch really is just for the steps. There is a light next to the steps, on the side of the small building. However we only have it lit when there are groups here. This makes absolutely no sense to me. When the groups are here, they don’t use those steps, unless they are sleeping in the castle. But why are they more important than us? The steps get really slippery too.
In the past week I have fallen up the stairs three times and down once. My knees tell a story in blue, purple and red marks. I was running to the treffpunkt the other night, to join Nele in ‘making sport’ and it was pitch black, the first door I tried to open was locked, and I ran to the next one, and didn’t see the step, and fell really hard. About a week before that I was carrying my wood and coal up the steps, and tripped on my slippers and hit my face into the step. Great one. That was a really shit day, not coz I’d cut my lip, but I started to cry- boo hoo. Nele brought me a tub of ice cream, wrapped in a tea towel- I didn’t realise it was a tub of ice cream and found it a few days later, melted- grose!
I have just spent the weekend in Warsaw. Next weekend Nele and I are heading up to a town called Stralsund, I think it is near or on the Baltic Sea- that’s going to bring a new meaning to the word cold. We are going to visit her Grandma, who said she would make some cake for us, YUM! And go Christmas shopping. It will be a bit of an event heading up there, there are no shops at all in Broellin, and nothing overly exciting in Pasewalk. I have bought a few presents already, but that’s a secret. But what I am really looking forward to, and laugh if you will is seeing the new Twilight film at the cinema. It will be in German, but that’s ok, if I miss anything I can always watch it again.
Warsaw has been amazing. I would like to go to Africa with James in January. Tangier in Morocco is not far from Gibraltar in Spain. There is a ferry service that runs on a Friday night and returns on a Sunday night.
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