Finally, I'm able to write something here on what's going on with my living here, in Hamburg. I would mark, that this going to be one of the rare posts on routine, if even this word is appropriate, most of the next posts I'll devote to my studies. So, everyone curious about how I am, welcome to read this!
Next week, every day I'll post short writing on subjects I'm pursuing here, thus providing insight into the Hafen City Universität.
Here, days are busy. There are dozens of reasons for that, some of them natural, some of them due to ridicules and lack of skills of living in big city. Hamburg is the biggest city I've ever live, which means the need of understanding abstracts of Megapolis.
The rapid transit, flow of the people, rigid timetable of everything frustrates me a lot. Even today, after spending here more than a month, I'm still taking wrong train — twice in a row; fortunately, I'm able to do so since I have Student Card for public transport. This is very limited experience of the city — knowing exact destinations in U– and S- Bahn lines, the city itself still remains terra incognita.
Gustav Radbruch Haus (GRH), the place I'm living, is such a paradise on Earth. The thing still strikes me a lot is the way how this house is managed and sustained, taking into account that here settle several hundreds people in the not–the–most–serious age and mood. Student residence, built in the 1970s—80s, holds the name of German politician, is twelve–story slab. On the entrance, you won't find a guard lady, or any restriction to go back from the party at six AM with a friends not necessary from the same residence. At the ground floor, near the candy–and–cola coin operated machine you will find beer machine, which sells cold the most favorite brands of this wonderful drink.
I can continue for long time describing how brilliant this place is, this place is too much. It seems to substitute the outside, it tend to become the only public place beyond university. Germans are not chinese, they are very similar to us. Hamburg seems to be very interesting place too. Nevertheless, sometimes I enjoy this heterotopia of joy here, the GRH. It is very dangerous to stay here all the weekend — the only need is the food, which is not provided at the premises.
Still, Hamburg is waiting to e discovered. I don't hesitate to do this unsolicit way; the studies at Urban design will require days of focused drowns into the townscape, but about this later, in my posts about studies.
The most notable people here is my neighbor, spanish student of fine arts and artist by himself, Esteban, душевный друг (please google it if you are not familiar with Russian). Hope, we will become good friends in the future. I would note, this is my first meeting with spanish people, and I'm quite delighted of such a neighbor.
Well, my laundry and maybe some french connections in the bar downstairs are waiting for me. Tschüß!
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Next week, every day I'll post short writing on subjects I'm pursuing here, thus providing insight into the Hafen City Universität.
Here, days are busy. There are dozens of reasons for that, some of them natural, some of them due to ridicules and lack of skills of living in big city. Hamburg is the biggest city I've ever live, which means the need of understanding abstracts of Megapolis.
The rapid transit, flow of the people, rigid timetable of everything frustrates me a lot. Even today, after spending here more than a month, I'm still taking wrong train — twice in a row; fortunately, I'm able to do so since I have Student Card for public transport. This is very limited experience of the city — knowing exact destinations in U– and S- Bahn lines, the city itself still remains terra incognita.
Gustav Radbruch Haus (GRH), the place I'm living, is such a paradise on Earth. The thing still strikes me a lot is the way how this house is managed and sustained, taking into account that here settle several hundreds people in the not–the–most–serious age and mood. Student residence, built in the 1970s—80s, holds the name of German politician, is twelve–story slab. On the entrance, you won't find a guard lady, or any restriction to go back from the party at six AM with a friends not necessary from the same residence. At the ground floor, near the candy–and–cola coin operated machine you will find beer machine, which sells cold the most favorite brands of this wonderful drink.
I can continue for long time describing how brilliant this place is, this place is too much. It seems to substitute the outside, it tend to become the only public place beyond university. Germans are not chinese, they are very similar to us. Hamburg seems to be very interesting place too. Nevertheless, sometimes I enjoy this heterotopia of joy here, the GRH. It is very dangerous to stay here all the weekend — the only need is the food, which is not provided at the premises.
Still, Hamburg is waiting to e discovered. I don't hesitate to do this unsolicit way; the studies at Urban design will require days of focused drowns into the townscape, but about this later, in my posts about studies.
The most notable people here is my neighbor, spanish student of fine arts and artist by himself, Esteban, душевный друг (please google it if you are not familiar with Russian). Hope, we will become good friends in the future. I would note, this is my first meeting with spanish people, and I'm quite delighted of such a neighbor.
Well, my laundry and maybe some french connections in the bar downstairs are waiting for me. Tschüß!
