This smells so nice. This is my heaven. Vil please, I want a big piece. Vil went inside and asked for the price. A good piece of six months dry aged steak would be a whopping 100 euro. Maybe I get a bone for Christmas.
Yummy!
Hallo Dirk,
heute wärst Du 50 Jahre alt geworden,
aber leider hast Du es nicht so weit geschafft
und schon vor mehr als zwei Jahren das Licht ausgemacht.
BigHug
Schade eigentlich, denn ich hätte gerne noch ein Bier mit Dir getrunken, aber das sollte nicht sein. Ich hoffe es geht Dir gut, wo immer Du auch sein magst. Vielleicht siehst Du ja Mama irgendwo und wenn, dann richte ihr bitte ganz liebe Grüße von mir aus.
Dirk Dorfmüller
* 04.11.1966
† 15.08.2015
When you are in need of accommodation in a big town, then you will learn very fast, that there is a very high demand, but only very little supply which leads to the crazy situation, that totally shitholes are rented out for an enormous amount of money.
In Spain, we lived in a few places and most of the time it was the same issue. If the landlord itself stays in the flat, then most likely he uses to the other room to pay the rent for the complete flat.
As an expat, you are the milk-cow for the locals. they use the situation to their advantage as much as possible.
When we shared a flat in El Raval, the landlord was not only a total Messi, he also had serious mental problems, since combination was somehow “interesting “and led the end to a total escalation.
Here you can see a few pictures from the flat. All of the stuff is the stuff of the landlord and you see that the whole flat is totally filled up with whatever. The kitchen sink is totally dirty, the microwave is broken, the toilet is not working properly, the fridge is filled up with rotten stuff and it’s actually no pleasure to live with this guy.
Our “room” is actually just the divided extension of the living room with no real door, just a sliding one and no window. That is already s***, but if you think it can’t get any worse, you are mistaken. There is another “room”, which is way smaller than ours. We pay 400 freaking Euros, the “Russian guy” 350 and the whole flat is messed up by the landlord.
There was a guy smoking his dab, a special way to enjoy a pretty pure experience. To do so he needs to heat up the pipe glowing hot. For this, he uses a gas torch. A colourful spectacle when he heats up his pipe.
Rain, thunder, and storm. Summer 2016 is definitely over, autumn arrived. It was an amazing time and we had a lot of fun. Bottom line. Vil risked everything to find a new place for us and for now it looks like he succeeded. He found a job, we live in Barcelona and slowly we settle down. Summer 2016 thank you for a wonderful time, you will never be forgotten.
This is Vil’s new working place. What a difference to a busy call centre. I need to say: “Nice!”
In total 12 stationary and another 6 mobile webcams are installed to show all cars from the front, back and side and actually these are quite nice cars. No offence Victor, you are still the best! In the moment there are two SEAT ATECA XPERIENCE, one Leon FR, and one IBIZA Connect. They are equipped with all options and accessories available.
Vil is now in training for the next two weeks and after that, his shift will be 15:00-23:00.
Sweet!
Today a little story from Vil.
Okay, I admit it, my legs are not the most beautiful ones. They are hairy, cheese colored (not anymore) and my skin is full of little scars. I am a diabetic, my skin doesn’t heal very well anymore and every little scratch leaves a scar. Annoying, but nothing serious you might think, but obviously there is an issue for some people.
I am working as a German and English 1.st level support agent on the phone and I just started a week ago. The training is easy and the job itself is a piece of cake. I thought all is going well until my team lead advised me to wear long trousers because some colleagues see an “issue of private hygiene”. He told me that people take issue on the scars and the plasters on my legs.
WTF, may I ask? That’s embarrassing and somehow also discrimination.
I should wear a trouser because I have scars on my skin! Or, another way around, I am not allowed to wear short trousers, because my legs don’t look “top model” alike! Get a grip, life is not always beautiful.
Maybe, you tell a girl that she shouldn’t wear the short dress, because “she is too fat”? No, you won’t do that!, because that’s discrimination. Where is the difference between me and her?
Now I am considering my options and I might file an official complaint against this kind of treatment.
Obviously, I will not last very long in this team and surely I will continue to look for a decent job. I have no doubt that the perfect position awaits me somewhere out there.
[UPDATE]
After evaluating the situation I know what’s going on. Yes, I do have scars and a discoloration of my skin. Sometimes I need to plaster some spaces because the skin tear from time to time. And that’s all. Nothing serious or infectious.
BUT some of my new colleagues took it a bit too serious and instead of talking to me they went to the team lead and demanded a certificate of health. WTF?
Then it gets even better. The team lead doesn’t talk to me or tries to calm the situation, as you might expect from a good and responsible team lead. NO, he writes an email to my employer and complains about my “personal hygiene” . Double WTF!
I have no idea what he exactly wrote because the mail never reached me.Now I am waiting for someone to approach me and I really hope they will give me a warning written on company paper.
I consider this kind of behaviour as ignorant, stupid and most of all as discrimination