Greek party

I'm studying french translation and I really love it. To translate a text for several hours - no problem. But the class of Theory of translation, this is pure torture. A question: what is the purpose of attending the class where the professor reads the script and adds a word or two of her own? I have this script printed and in front of me, I can read it at home as well. I would understand if the text was written in notes so the professor would have to explain it and make it logical in our heads, but it is written in full sentences and is clear and perfectly understandable. It is just a waste of time to sit here. I don't know, there should be some serious changes in the education system.

I passed my first midterm. Yeeey! And it's snowing today; it's gorgeous. I hope there'll be a snowfight today, I've been waiting it for weeks now. Snow ambush plan has to be realized.

Saturday evening I went to a Greek party in Incognito. It was a great party, completely different from what I expected. Greek music reminds me of Serbian folk music. And the funny thing was that they played a couple of songs that were half in Greek, half in Serbian/Croatian. I was so surprised and happy to hear a song in my language (they played Ledena by Toše Proeski). I also danced some easy Greek dance (kolo). The atmosfere in the bar was great, everyone was warmhearted and smiling. I wonder if it was because of the beer or just an extraordinary once-in-a-billion-years occurence of Czech personality.

Yes, I know that my face is a very expressive one. And I am photogenic as well.

On Friday night I went to 2faces, alone, it could be said. I really wanted to go out but I didn't have any company (exams, other plans, too cold, numerous excuses), so I decided to go alone for the first time in my life. Since this is Erasmus town and there is no possibility of spending one day without seeing somebody you know (even vaguely), I counted that I would probably find some of them in the club. And I was right. I didn't even get the chance to get to the club, I met Sotiris at the bus station, as well as few other people. So I went to the club and met some new kind (and strange, it must be said) personas, aside the other 25 I already knew. My attempt of being lame and sitting at the bar alone was destroyed. Damn this Brno!

So, the night was ok, with the exception of one person who killed my will for partying. It was quite funny on the bus station where I waited 20 minutes for the bus home. Some Czech guy approached me and started blabbering in Czech, so I told him my the most used Czech sentence: "Nemluvim česky". Then he asked me in English what would I do if I had a cousin who came to visit me and who wanted to beat the shit out of some guy, would I let him do it or try to stop it. He stayed with me, obviously not really in need of the answer to his question, and then his cousin came with two of his friends and they were having a funny gestured conversation. One of the guy was pretty upset. Picture: me in the middle of 4 of them, leaning on the wall, minding my own business, finding their conversation very funny. I imagined what they could be saying, understanding every fifth word and filling in the gaps with my own ones. Next to us were two guys speaking English, amused, probably by my face expressions while watching the Czechs argue. When the bus finally arrived, I spoke with one of those 2 guys; he was Irish and his accent was heavenly. He was really funny and he missed his stop (3 stops, to tell you the truth) because he was talking to me. He accompanied me to the dorms, which I found cute. Silly Irish people.

What I also don't understand is why all the students are writing down what the professor is saying; they have it all in the text in the information system.

A girl told me today that when Czechs hear "Croatia", they think only about the coast and the sea. She asked me how I am coping with the winter here, if it is too cold for me; she thought we don't have snow in Croatia. She was quite surprised when I told her that I have snow every year in my home town. Speaking of which, mum called me yesterday to say there are loads of snow in Šandrovac. I saw pictures on the Internet, collaps in Zagreb, traffic delayed, same story every year.

Now I have to go, tonight is the Christmas and good-bye party, but tomorrow, for those of you who actually read what I write and don't know me for ages now, I will tell you something about my home place.

And now, opa fiesta style!

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