Dorm
"A cell is only two meters long, and barely two meters wide."
No matter how inaproriate it is, the first line of the poem '"Het Lied der Achttien doden" (the song of the eighteen dead, a Ducth Second World War Poem) came to mind when I entered my room in the dorm where I am going to stay for the coming nine months in Geneva. The room is tiny, looks like a cell and is, well, tiny. It has a single bed, a desk, a chair, a stool, a cupboard, a closet and a sink. It has two lights, internet connection (thank god) and there is nothing to be hanged on my walls. It is a fifteen minute bikeride from the center of town, the hallways are sterile (which is good), the showers are communal (so shower curtains, no doors; four showers on a row, and this morning there was no hot water).
It is an all-men dorm. Need I say more? Visitors are allowed until 22.00. They appreciate bachelors here- I feel appreciated....
Most people go to university, take a job that pays well, take another job that pays more, and than gradually make promotion. My life is a mirror of that kind of life: I have a job that pays very well, than one that pays a bit less, and than I go to university... Let's say I do not like conventions....
Anyway, it makes me appreciate what I had more. The good side about this situation is that it can only go uphill from here.
And talking about uphill- my parents where here, and we went to the Saleve, a mountain ridge just outside Geneva, in France. It was stunningly beautiful. The room that I live in might suck, but the place that I live in doesn't. See the pictures.
No matter how inaproriate it is, the first line of the poem '"Het Lied der Achttien doden" (the song of the eighteen dead, a Ducth Second World War Poem) came to mind when I entered my room in the dorm where I am going to stay for the coming nine months in Geneva. The room is tiny, looks like a cell and is, well, tiny. It has a single bed, a desk, a chair, a stool, a cupboard, a closet and a sink. It has two lights, internet connection (thank god) and there is nothing to be hanged on my walls. It is a fifteen minute bikeride from the center of town, the hallways are sterile (which is good), the showers are communal (so shower curtains, no doors; four showers on a row, and this morning there was no hot water).
It is an all-men dorm. Need I say more? Visitors are allowed until 22.00. They appreciate bachelors here- I feel appreciated....
Most people go to university, take a job that pays well, take another job that pays more, and than gradually make promotion. My life is a mirror of that kind of life: I have a job that pays very well, than one that pays a bit less, and than I go to university... Let's say I do not like conventions....
Anyway, it makes me appreciate what I had more. The good side about this situation is that it can only go uphill from here.
And talking about uphill- my parents where here, and we went to the Saleve, a mountain ridge just outside Geneva, in France. It was stunningly beautiful. The room that I live in might suck, but the place that I live in doesn't. See the pictures.
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