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... depend on him.
I was lucky to also interact with the
indian students. I was surprised and happy that they showed so much
interest in my country. They asked many questions, like what are the
holidays in Germany, if there are any traditional dresses and how is
the food culture. And they even could speak some German! I think
problems of students here are quite similar to problems of german
students. They also experience bullying, exam fear and pressure ...
... sounds before. The team of people who were making these sounds were using mostly hand-made instruments, made on site, and they produced a range of soothing sounds from singing bowls to bells, flutes, whistles and things which were all very new to our ears; sounds that we may never hear again.
The group leader explained that a lot of the instruments are experimental and are fusions of existing instruments, taking the best bits from existing things like pipes and flutes ...
... is “where are we?” because things here feel so alien, so strange, interesting and new, at times a bit challenging as well though.
Sadly though, as many stories go, there are bumps along the way, hopefully this one will have a happy ending, we do hope so. For us, at least in these early days it just feels like there is an underlying tension to the place, it’s difficult to explain, or put our finger on. For instance, on our first day and actually for most of ...
... heart. After putting the CD into the machine it almost threw us from our chairs as it was a very lively and animated Dixieland march! Settling his affairs afterwards there arose some tensions as his divorced wife also had hoped to be able to keep the treasured flute. I had no real claim, and even already having started an attachment to it as a kind of a 'spiritual friend' without having seen the stored away flute, I was ready to let go for the sake of harmony.
... the week I was asked for directions another two times. I can't work out if I'm now tanned enough to pass for an Indian to someone speeding along in a car or if I look like the kind of guy who's sussed out all the local food joints. Maybe it's both. Either way, with dozens of other people on hand to point them in the right direction, all three people made a strange choice by asking me. (My international chameleonism continues: aside from being a potential Indian, I've been asked if ...