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Like everything, the city and country has its good and bad. Rather, things I like and things that would eliminate at a stroke. Toca
optimistic streak, which means review of good things that I have in Spain and I notice to leave here.
Role in the services of any bar. Paper to dry your hands. Not occur in 100% of bars, but it is even in some of the most dirty, full of stickers, graffiti, smells ...
German TV. Admittedly not much merit here. But to learn a little language is quite useful.
Going to work by bike. Go shopping by bike. Exit las noches en bici. Hasta el punto de que se me hace duro andar durante más de 10 minutos.
Kebabs por 2€. Con un poco de esfuerzo incluso por menos, pero a veces prefiero cuidar mi organismo.
Cerveza de trigo: Hefe o Kristall. Según el caso, a precios mucho mejores que en España.
Considerar que una cena por 15€ (incluida bebida) es algo caro. Por supuesto, acabar hasta arriba y, en general, no comer fritanga (que los chopitos y las croquetas están buenos, pero al final satura. Más si se tiene en cuenta el tiempo que llevará el aceite en la freidora).
Ver a los niños montados en el sillín de atrás en la bici, observando el paisaje. Mejor aún cuando les llevan en el carrito, rodeados de juguetes.
Que los perros no ladren. Entre otras cosas porque aquí un perro aparenta algo, no es una especie de rata que sólo sabe ladrar.
Que parezca que los coches no tienen claxon. Esto no aplica para los turcos.
Que los conductores miren el espejo de la derecha antes de hacer un giro, para comprobar que no hay ciclistas. Y que esperen a que el ciclista cruce, porque si no dejaría de gustarme.
Recorrer hasta 3Km en taxi por 3,5€. Encontrar taxi sin problemas.
Que los alemanes bailen en una discoteca a su bola. Y que les dé lo mismo. Libertad de pensamiento, libertad de movimiento.
La falta de tornos en el transporte público. Entrar y listo (con billete en el bolsillo, por supuesto). That reviewers have to show the card to show that they are, because they are disguised as punks, we must recognize that at least it's fun.
Bars with sofas. And to always be the question of what happened in those couches. Say I'm with the fly behind the ear, or the flea on the ass.
vacant lot in the heart of the city. Of course, this speculation does not have much power. Decadent yet appealing at a time.
That people come to me and I have plenty of stories to tell and places to teach. In life I was interested in the history of a city.
That is as comfortable to use public transport. You almost can sit when riding. Put the bike on the metro / train.
giant bookstores. A pity that almost any book I serve.
so rare that people are spread across the city. I sit on a bench to watch them go. The guard
kebabs. I have not gotten to see ended is beside my house.
Find furniture in the street and take them home.
The markets. Someone makes the job of picking things from the trash and exponértelas in a stall.
Sunday brunch, which becomes the only meal of the day.
Many indoor pools. So many that make me doubt what to choose. Just
reaggeton there. Thereafter, any music is better.
lie down in a park. Although time does not allow it very often. That's hairdresser
not give me conversation. Still do not know if it is normal or I see the look of not learn and do not try.
The bubble in which I stand.
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