summerday

The summer break has begun! The baby courses pause until August and next week, the school holidays in Zurich will start. So I took the chance before everything will be completely overcrowded and went to the zoo today. It’s amazing to see the differences in the little one’s development when going to the zoo. While she was most amazed by ants and the life-sized penguins the last time we went, she is now more and more fascinated by all the other animals as well.

At the beginning of June, the new elephant park  opened its gates, and in addition to that a new elephant was born two weeks ago. Naturally, it’s the most crowded spot in the whole zoo right now, so when we arrived we went there straightaway in order to avoid the later crowds. Smart idea! We checked out the new compounds, which are nicely done with lots of space for the elephants (including an elephant shower where the water reservoir has to be filled via a pump by the visitors) and many small information spots (including a small, destroyed pineapple field to raise awareness towards the difficulties when humans and elephants are living together). And we said hello to the little elephant.

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Then, the actual highlights for the little one began: the ponies! the rabbits! the piglets! the chickens (though she started crying because the rooster was too loud)! the swans! Perfect, since these were the areas which were least crowded! Three cheers for the easy satisfaction of little children!

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In the early afternoon we headed home. She slept a bit on the way. But not very long, which makes me a bit suspicious regarding the hours until dinner…Right now, she is doing a dance with the wet laundry. I think I might quickly interfere 🙂

 

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honey, I’m in the garden, picking our dinner….

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Good the little one always takes her sand toys when going outside…

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not for anther year!! (or how we try to be good Swiss citizens…)

One reason why our rent is somewhat affordable (at least compared to other rents in Zurich) is because we as tenants have the responsible task to clean the stairway and the basement. The neighbours and the housekeeper are very peculiar about it. When we checked out the house before we moved in, we could catch a glimpse of the cleaning list in the stairway and we saw that our names were already written down (before we even signed the lease!!).

We are six tenants in our house. Which means all of us have two months of “basement cleaning duty” during the year. The basement, that is the washing room, the drying room, the corridor with all the individual basement stalls and the bicycle room.

The first month is easy. Just sweep the basement. But the second month is more profound. The full programme applies!

For me, the full programme included: sweeping the floor. Cleaning the windows. And mop the floor (which I wouldn’t have automatically included but I was told that we have to do it, so I was aware of it). Fine. So yesterday I decided to quickly clean the basement. I could have asked Karsten to do so, but I know that our neighbours are peculiar about the cleanliness of the building and no offence, darling, but I know you like to forget a corner or two…

Everything would have been fine. I calculated around 30 minutes for it. Until I met our neighbour from across the hall. He noticed complaisantly that I was about to clean the basement. When I mentioned that it always takes some time until it’s done, he said with a very meaningful smile “Yes! If you do it properly, it takes some time indeed!”

Properly! I went downstairs, started vacuum cleaning (it’s much more efficient than sweeping!) and I was absorbed in thoughts. Properly! That probably meant that I was supposed to get rid of all the cobwebs on the ceilings as well. Damn, there are a lot of cobwebs in the basement. And a lot of daddy longlegs. Which made the vacuum cleaning very complicated: I tried not to clean up the longlegs, on the one hand because I felt sorry for them (also see here), on the other hand because I knew they would probably crawl out of the vacuum cleaner again and then get cosy in our storeroom.

Afterwards, I started cleaning the windows. All nine of them. Properly? That probably meant that I was supposed to dust of the outside window benches as well. Which resulted in a lot of leaves, dead spiders and cobwebs on the freshly cleaned floor. Ok, so another round of vacuum cleaning. And then cleaning the windows. From the inside and the outside.

Properly… That probably meant that I was supposed to clean the cracks of the window frames as well. Particularly because when we moved out of our old flat, the lady of the housing estate found the only spot in the whole flat which we forgot to clean (and we were three persons cleaning a 2.5 room flat for a whole day!). She found the window cracks. And I wasn’t allowed to sign the release form until I cleaned the cracks.

After the windows, I washed out the cloth. Properly? That probably meant that I was supposed to clean the sink in the laundry room as well.

Properly! It probably also meant that I should clean the top of the doors….

After more than an hour, I was done with everything except the bicycle room. With 12 bikes in it, which all had to be moved in order to clean the corners. Because I wanted to do it properly!

After two hours and about 30 accidentally vacuumed daddy longlegs, I was finally done. DONE! Just in time to watch the soccer game! Thank god we only have to clean the basement once a year!!

Ps: The vacuum cleaner is now stored on the balcony, so all the longlegs have a chance to peacefully escape.

Ps: I didn’t move all the bikes. Only half of them. It’s my way to forget a corner or two….

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applied world heritage knowledge…

Every now and then, I get a little bit melancholic. For various reasons. Yesterday, I got melancholic because of the end of the 38th Session of the World Heritage Committee in Qatar. 26 new World Heritage Sites were inscribed during the last two weeks, among them some truly awesome sites!

Why do I get melancholic? Because it reminds me of my studies and of the field I wanted to work in. I have a background in cultural sciences and World Heritage Studies. It’s a topic that has fascinated me with its numerous aspects, its intercultural  opportunities, its stories and histories, its international collaborations, its political decisions and discussions, its implementation. I would love to work in this field. But after I finished my studies, there was no job available in Germany and I had the choice: I could apply overseas and I would have had a good chance that I get a job in the World Heritage field somewhere around the world. But that would have meant a long distance relationship and no time for family for the next years. The other option was to choose family and to somehow find my way in Europe. I chose the latter. I worked in Scotland. Afterwards I worked in the Black Forest. Never really in the field of World Heritage, but at least in the heritage sector which I very much enjoyed. In the meantime, I did another degree, this time in interpretation (a field which is much more appreciated in the UK and the US than in Germany!). At the end of my pregnancy I stopped working as a tour guide in the Black Forest and moved to Switzerland.

Now I am at home with the little one. Which is awesome! Don’t misunderstand me – I am more than happy that I chose family over career! However, I every now and then I am a bit sad that I can’t work in the field I studied. I have put so much time, energy and enthusiasm in this field. And I somehow need a way to keep me up to date!

It so happened that the little one got a bag of building bricks for her birthday. And yesterday, while I was playing with her, I thought about the World Heritage Session and the existing sites, and guess what? I accidentally built the Prehistoric Pile Dwellings! Ha! There you go! Applied World Heritage Knowledge! The little one will curse the day when her mother started to play with the building bricks!!

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Brief Scientific Excursion to the Pile Dwellings:

What is it? 111 small sites with the remains of stilt settlements – houses that were built on stilts as they were located in wetlands or at lake shores along the Alps. They were originally built between 5000 to 500 B.C.

Why was it inscribed on the World Heritage List? Because they offer a unique insight into the early agrarian societies in Europe! And despite the fact that they survived thousands of years by being preserved in the water, they are now facing the immediate threat of being destroyed by a 76 cm high gozilla.

What else? It’s a cool listing because the archaeological sites are not only to be found in Germany, but also in Switzerland, Slovenia, Italy, France and Austria. It’s a serial nomination. Which means that, ideally, it should enhance intercultural communication as the countries are supposed work together, build a network and share scientific research.

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balcony monologue

This is what our neighbours might listen to when they sit on their balcony:

“….look, little one, now you can play with your shovel!….wow, eh? mommy will be back in a sec, I just need to get the laundry….there you go, back already….no, don’t rip off the leaves…little one!! LITTLE ONE!! DON’T!…thank you!…aah, you are cleaning the balcony…awesome!….good job!….no, leave the soil in the bucket…little one!..no!…leave the soil! LITTLE ONE!! NO!!….look, over here…yes, that’s a stone….yes, it makes a pretty loud noise when you bang it on the ground…no, don’t eat that….no!…leave it!…..thank you….no, leave the soil….leave the soil, PLEASE!….NO!….that’s birds feed….don’t rip off the leaves, little one…eh, what are you eating?…what’s that?…is that the birds feed???…spit it out!!…I said SPIT IT OUT!!!!…Stop it!!!….Ok, that’s it, we are going inside now!”

…at least, our child won’t face the risk of allergies due to an overclean environment….

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last weekend

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one year review (or how you know you have a child)

This month, the little one turns one. And while I watch her doing her first steps I wonder how fast this first year went by and how much we (and our household) changed during this year. If you don’t have a child and you want to know what you are getting into, here a few wise insights into things that change (to be continued):

– you will finally master the art of multitasking (or what else would you call it when you are able to cook, prepare finger food, make faces, fight with the child-proof lock and pay attention not to step on the baby between your feet at the same time?)

– your flat will be dirtier than before although you clean more often

– you will start leaving the toilet door open even if you are not the only adult in the flat

– you’ll get applause while using the restroom

– you’ll get very nervous if you don’t hear anything

– you will get used to less sleep you will sleep less

– you will notice that your neighbour starts working in the garden at 5:30 am

– you will get aware of the little things in life – ants are so fascinating, aren’t they?

– you will have more discussions with your partner. but you also laugh more often!

– you’ll get incredible biceps

– no-one will blame you if you put your head on the table to close your eyes for a minute

– “no” became the most used word in your daily routine

– you  will constantly tidy up will get used to a certain level of chaos

– you are suddenly aware of loud noises – shame on loud motorbikes, jack hammers in the supermarket, other noisy children and on everyone disturbing the little one’s nap!!

– at the same time, you’ll create a certain resistance towards noise – banging plates on the table, dropping water bottles on the floor, hitting the wall with the baby walker, constant “Mamamamamamamaaaaaa”….just ignore it and hum “always look at the bright side” in your head

– you will get an idea why sleep deprivation is listed among methods of torture

– you will think that your child is the cutest one in the whole world

– you will take thousands of pictures (see point above)

– you’ll make silly noises in public

– you will spent a considerable amount of time on the floor

– the heating pad will turn into one of the most used things in the household. Together with the coffee machine.

– you will be much more sentimental than before

– Relaxed grocery shopping? Probably gone for the next 15 years….

– Having a relaxed evening? Possible! And much more appreciated!

– you might develop a very sarcastic attitude towards childless citizens that complain about getting up early, having a sleepless night, being slightly sick or having an unrelaxed train ride

– you will be able to talk to someone while you have a baby fist stuffed into your mouth

– you will probably eat drooling wet biscuits although you swore never to do that because it’s disgusting. But hey, sometimes there is just no other place to put it

– you can finally take advantage of the “families with small children first” rule at airports

– you bitch about everyone ignoring that rule. Or everyone ignoring to help with the stroller. Or anyone smoking next to the baby. Basically, you can bitch about things and even have the right to do so!

– your life will be completely different. And although you might sometimes think of the old times, when you could just leave the house, go to the cinema or watch the soccer world cup games at midnight, you would not want to miss a single day with your child. Because children are awesome and there are not many things that make you happier than one of these incredible wet kisses of your own child!

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the tail in the box…

One of my activities while I am drinking my morning coffee is to read through some of my favorite blogs. Today I saw that Mama on the rocks is doing a blog parade (a topic which other bloggers can join) about funny or bizarre holiday experiences – an awesome topic, so I thought I join in.

Bizarre holiday experiences are often the best part of the holiday, at least afterwards when you can laugh about them. It is what sticks and with what you can entertain whole dinner groups. It is what welds you together. It’s the icing on your holiday cake.

So far, most of Karsten’s and mine bizarre experiences took place during our trip in Tanzania. During his studies, Karsten did a semester abroad in Morogoro, Tanzania, and after I was done writing my thesis I visited him and we spent six weeks experiencing the country. It was a great time which sometimes demanded a great deal of humour, courage and the ability to adjust but which filled our memories with awesomeness 🙂 There were so many small incidents that were incredibly funny (afterwards). How we got arrested in a National Park. How we were surrounded by giant forest hogs and buffalos while trying to sleep in a tent. How I peed on the virge of a manioc field under the interested looks of the whole bus and the children of the village nearby. How the bus driver killed a goat while we were sitting in the front row. How Karsten lost our hotel key while swimming in the ocean. On and on it goes….

One of the most exciting moments though happened during the first days. We were staying at the university campus in Morogoro because Karsten still had some papers to chase and I wanted to have some calm days at the beginning of our trip in order to acclimatize. One thing I was both amazed and scared of was the wildlife. Amazed because there were so many animals which I had never seen in the wild and which were absolutely great to observe. The monkeys in the backyard. The millipede that was as long as my foot. The geckos on the walls. Even the cockroach of the size of my hand which lived in the bathroom. Scared because many of the animals were dangerous and poisonous. I was especially scared of snakes, and with good reason: on our first day on campus, I was not only told to always tread hard in order to scare away snakes but one of Karsten’s friends also told us that he knows were to find black mambas. Also, the campus is known for its rat project (awesome project were rats are trained to find mines!) which means they attracted a great deal of cobras as well. Bah…

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So on my second morning, Karsten had already been gone to university and I went to the restroom. I peed. I was in a good mood. I wanted to grab the toilet paper and while I was grabbing it, I froze. I froze because I saw the wooden toilet paper box. Or better: I saw something hanging down from that box. A tail. A scaly tail, almost as long as my hand. The animal which belonged to that tail was hidden in the box. I immediately though of the dead horned viper that Karsten had seen on the street a few weeks ago. So I stretched my arm, opened the door and did an impressive jump out of the tiny restroom. I grabbed my mobile phone and called Karsten who came back as fast as he could. While I was waiting I watched the tail….because worse than having a mysterious tail hanging in your restroom would be to not know where to find the tail (and its rest) once it disappeared.

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When Karsten was back he looked at the tail and calmed me down – it didn’t look like a typical snake tail. However, we still had to get whatever-it-was out of the box and we didn’t know whether it was poisonous or not. So Karsten took a long wooden spoon and a paper basket, I took a towel (in order to through it over whatever-it-was in case it would be angry) and we started to poke the box. We poked a few second, the tail moved and with a thud something landed on the floor. It turned out to be a giant plated lizard. A beautiful one. And not poisonous at all! We put it in the basket and “set it free” in the garden.

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Afterwards, whenever I entered the restroom or the bathroom, I would always first scan the room for suspicious signs before I started my morning toilet.

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hanging out…

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the lost art of writing letters

9am this morning. The little one and I go downstairs to inspect the letterbox. And HORRAY – after days and days of advertisements and bills, there’s a postcard in our letterbox! Someone went somewhere, thought of us and wrote us some lines! Sounds simple, but I have been noticing that it is becoming quite a forgotten art.

When I was young (cough cough…), there were no Emails, no Facebook and even the mobile phones just started. It sounds unbelievable and makes me feel incredibly old (though I am not, trust me!), but that’s how it was. Karsten, who is 2 years younger than I am, is still making fun of me because I saved my first essays for university on a floppy disc. So, what did I do to stay in touch with my friends? I wrote letters. And postcards. And letters again. When I was 13, we moved to another city and I left some very good friends behind. There were weeks where I would receive a three or four pages long letter after school, sit down in the afternoon, write a return letter (3-4 pages as well), and with a little bit of luck my friend would receive it the very next day. I saved all the important letters I received. During our holidays, I wrote lists of all the people whom I would like to write a postcard. And every single time when I came home, I checked the letterbox. Which I still do today, but most of the times there are just boring, white, official envelopes in there. Every now and then, though, there’s one with handwriting, maybe even in color, which always makes the day!

I still love writing letters and I think it is turning into a lost art. Not because it is expensive in terms of money. But it means you have to take some time in today’s busy and hectic world. Because if you want to write a letter, it is not just about some quick lines. It is about taking a break from your normal schedule, about sitting down, choosing a nice paper, concentrating and writing. For me, it has a much more personal connotation than emails or sms. A letter shows that you think of someone, not just for a minute, but for maybe half an hour or longer. It is about appreciation.

One of the most important memories I have when it comes to letters is my old primary school teacher. She was a great teacher and I really loved her. After I left primary school, I would still write her postcards. And she wrote me back. Postcards turned into letters. And she wrote me back. After some years, she offered me the “du”, via letter (for all the english-speaking friends: “du” is the informal form of address that you only use for friends and family or people who are the same age). We still wrote each other letters during my studies. And after my studies. I told her about what was going on in my life. About my travels. She wrote me about her travels, her grandchildren and later about her recovery after she had cancer. We didn’t write every month. But at least three or four times a year. Three years ago, her husband suddenly wrote me an email to inform me that she was brought to a hospice because she was dying. That was after we hadn’t written each other for some months, so it caught me off-guard. I sent a big bunch of flowers and a letter in which I thanked her for all her letters and our special relationship. I don’t know if she got it – she was already in coma when it arrived. When she died, I was grieving for a very good friend. I hadn’t seen my teacher since I left primary school. But we had been writing letters to each other for more than 20 years. The next christmas, I automatically put her on my list for christmas cards, realising only later that  I couldn’t send it anymore. And even today it still feels weird sometimes that I can’t write her anymore.

So, if you read this, try to remember when you have written your last letter. And perhaps you’ll sit down this weekend, for half an hour, with a nice cup of tea or coffee next to you, and you’ll write a letter to a person that’s dear to you. It will most definitely make the day!

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