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Uh, my drive. So my hard drive. The last emails were written, chatted and finished programming, the final act came last night. Something else to copy music for the flight.
And I've lost it, she has geroechelt twice and since the rest is.

Fascinatingly, this timing. Or was it Chinese nanobots who wanted to prevent that I can do video telltale documents out of the country? We may never know. The tools required for the forensic analysis (screwdriver) was taken from me on nem domestic flight days earlier. Looks after calming really crass conspiracy.

Regardless, I certainly am sitting now on the plane and hopefully soon in rainy London. See you soon ...

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Says ... advertising in a shop window. I am about and sweating from every pore. Mumbai, 37 degrees and 75% humidity, which is really such a thing? Even in the House, under the fan, it is almost unbearable. So this is Mumbai, Bombay, India, the last stop on my tour.

Before There Were few days Puna, not a bad place. Are even clubs that night have Mucke, techno, trance, hip hop, hard rock. However, the NEN dress code, and you do not meet when you wear knee-length heat at night (ie short) trousers. Aja. Dress code. I've never met. Is my faith. And I think I will also do nothing around in these clubs, really. The respect my faith Nich.

Anyway, there were a few pleasant days with Preeti, funny right there is where everything started in September, the end to look over. And France agree on me, yeah, I was even eating French. Fish with white wine sauce, hmmm. Delicious.

Then found yesterday with NEM shared taxi to Mumbai in Mumbai (Colaba), a Guest House and how that world city for ne one to get a lot of money finally back low standard. But, I will sue not know, there are NEN fan! The help inside. Outside, nothing helps. But nevertheless ventured out, ne interesting city. British, my impression is something like London, of course, completely different, of course. And, for Indian cities, Mumbai is quiet and clean. And there is order, apparently. Is stopped at red lights, it is ne seat belt and auto-rickshaws are certainly do not in mechanical permits in the city. Law and Order, should this be the future of India? I do not know ...

Well, because, just get out again in the evening heat, tomorrow London, Wednesday Nantes. Europe, here I come!

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Out. From Bangalore. And off to Pune. That's the plan, at least, the message came that the plane has been delayed. From Pune to Mumbai on Saturday, we go, then on Tuesday in London to France. Europe. Back again.

After my arrival in Bangalore, I was, as expected, largely busy in social gatherings god-bye to say. Time was also NEN, real BollywoodActionFanatasy see whatever the movie. In addition, Lalu in Whitefield, Bangalore visited by something outside.

Besides, even the network of Janastu / Servelots tinkered quite a job interview and with ner company that had built up everywhere in India Internet kiosks in villages. The want to know where it is convenient to switch from satellite to wireless links. And I need. Let's see a little (too) late in the whole, but you never know where the wind blows, we'll wait and see.

You all a wonderful revolutionary May Day! Out!

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Not only ... back home, uh, in Bangalore, but finally had the long-awaited problems with the bike. Yes, because we have been waiting on it. Not what would be really innovative new broke. But how could it, with my old bike ...
So, the way of Kasagarod through the mountains was beautiful, wonderful. Green forests, red flowers, alternating with steppes, well, ugly and some piles of rubbish too. But we become blind after a while.

First there was a problem with the gear shift, sensitive as I am I've noticed after only two days to go in the hallways not know, because nearly dropping the transmission cover. And so the clutch does nothing around what they want, disengagement, for example.

Well, three screws hard contractions later the problem was solved, okok, I would also like Potter can nachfülln oil.

But then, about a hundred yards from the border gate of Karnataka (there are some uniforms to the gate to open, nothing else) pulls the Gasbaudenzug. Wow, the gabs schonmal , oh yeah, I was nostalgic. So a hundred meters down the tongs with ner Bowden, crossed the magic threshold and improvise from the only mechanic in town 50Seelen-NEN can spare.

Going back fine, after all, to operate it with handle, not only of themselves, idling for all cases.

Just right to go to the blocked highway continues. I had no Gasgriffrueckzug (or whatever it is called) and the highway had no covering, or did not stop there, or something.

Anyway, I'm now back in Bangalore, after calming night at Hassan (unique combination of city and country) NEN evening with beer, movies, and nice friends spent. Finally, back at home until next week. And, still no broadband. Hmmmm ...

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Yes, if you think I'll hang on the beach is still around, but there you have misled you. I, too, I'm two days ago set out to drive to Varkala Kerala coast in the north. What I have just made it too, but has somehow can not find more beach. Well, if I had really looked right.

For yesterday I've got an excuse, because I've moved me that is. So not much, after several hours encouraging bike does not just sit still hurt mightily, but also setting the body, from which direction the sun. Or must come, if you're right. So I was right, but just Nich on the beach, but somehow the way inland to the north. I think so, have moved the highway that looked suspiciously like highway anyway. What one should still make you wonder

Well, today I am a bit further. Dangers. About 200km, which can easily remember because exactly one tank of fuel (one for 500 rupees, please!) Corresponds. Yeah, the box swallows too much fuel, I advanced. But that also means 200km degree, no matter how I am in Kerala, Kasagarod or something like that is the town next door.

Problem is, this is the city. Next door. And why get updated very often ne Lodge (Lodge is here in the hotel only gibs food, no bed) here. Near the beach area is a no lodges, is not a tourist border. And Indian women are not so often at the beach, movie theaters and temples prefer - and gibs are no tourists. It has been shown in the flashing eyes of the master's lodge, as he has rented me a room.

Well, I got a room. And I can rest a little. Tomorrow we're namely through the mountains towards Bangalore. Two days I let it, maybe I can use the time and still roam through the woods a bit, here is beautiful nature. Palm, tea, mountain times ... hope that I'm having a really cross me again landfill, unfortunately, sometimes you feel here, but I've picked out already NEN exciting way.

And then meet in Bangalore, Dinesh, Lalu and Vidhy again. It's time ...

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I sit on the beach, Varkala again yeah. Everything Indian, and it belongs to me I'm the pre-monsoon chosen for my holidays. Season, still touristy, but relaxing.

Highlights so far: rain immediately after the start in Trivandrum, forced break. Then, yesterday for breakfast I have my croissant Clown of ner crow. The whole outrageous! During the day and swim program, and in the evening again in NEM beach cafe, beer, tea pots. Due to lack of license.

Ne night in the hotel Chinese surveillance drone asked. NEN was about inches long and has been ne green LED installed that has always flashed when running. So ne status, all probably ok. After an extensive video documentation, which is published exclusively here at a given bandwidth, I have the high-tech drone looted and set the orientation to ne wrong track!

Why Chinese? Well, ne flashing status LED, which says it all. I let myself get Nich any case small, and hold you to go running ...

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Holiday. At last. Beach and chill in between rain and sultry heat, sunburn gabs again, wonderful. After several weeks now I've tried here at the IT Department to reform what actually needs a revolution (and then of course, was not too lazy to foment the revolution), it was really time to get air again.

If only tourist-air, only when NEM trip to Kovalam , TouriBeach number one here and then in a few days in Varkala , TouriBeach number 2 but not to be despised. Beach1 was actually only NEN day visit value, since I've been there several times and is just very unique. In particular, the Hotel Leela asks, is not it like I'm dorhin come. Nix with one-eyed purple haired alien , financed only tourists there. But if you are here as foreigners randomly mitm taxi - the official car of the Institute, an old Ambassador - pulls up, you get just anywhere, even in fancy hotels.

Well let just for NEN afternoon, then last Sunday after starting Varkala Beach and there diligently, computers and pubs alternate with one another. Could actually be quite nice there, but just somehow outside India. Only tourists everywhere, and prices accordingly. However, there are also things like rolling tobacco buy what led to that after several months Nichrauchdasein now turn back time. Otherwise, I'm always where the rain has sent me back inside programmed diligently, and now my software project even NEN editor, you must test it.

As one can ever make Nich vacation, I am the last Wednesday had to be returned to Trivandrum to the institute and there still hacked Debian on Sun machines. Still on NER Linux Install Party have been what it is not everything here so spontaneous! Taking advantage of the opportunity here to take farewell of all that I've learned the last few weeks in the Institute - hopefully we'll meet again soon.

And then also made plans for the India-labor-end holidays, we go to France in early May, mid May to Germany last week of May and I'm finally back in my beloved Rostock. So ever heated water to the Baltic Sea! Are still few weeks time, and I'll look at me again India. Tomorrow we return to Varkala, and then, slowly but surely, back to Bangalore. So you may get updated very often again more news, but certainly less photos. We shall see!

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Everything fluctuates. One more thing, but nothing around so doll like last week. Friday. I hardly leave the house early in the morning came, and still wanted to believe that it was only the hum of the day before the head of beer.

Dinesh has sent me home before I was really gone, and my body I did the next three days, much to so that he can have a real virus attack only in peace what.

There were: fever, headache and Überkeit, eye pain and inability to concentrate, tablet, oatmeal and comics (no computers!), After three days of intensive therapy, then everything was better again. Impressive. And boring. How to be sick just so. Anyway, I HERE now to start thinking of better and I can - and probably should - once again hack into my blog what.

Before I had given up the long boring days of revolutions, and have listened to the fans, of course, incredible things have happened, unfortunately, are just a few of them remained in my memory. But as the morning, at which hook'ten up all the ants in the vicinity of my power adapter. In order to proceed in the noise of the electrons to end their lives. Confusing.

Furthermore, it was a memorable evening on the beach with Dinesh. Under palm trees, and Toddy . Of homemade palm wine, it was lovely. Well, there are rumors that my upset of the last days on this experiment with drugs attributed to local property. I myself see it that way, I need no reasons and anyone besides me just to visit once ne toddy bar. I'm now already.

And my other bike was at the doctor. It was indeed time again. Was just beginning to find a little difficult, but at some point somebody is on the website of the Bike Nomads stumbled, wow, finally a Communty Wiki with information. In India.

The mechanic has put everything super tinkering, and because I was so proud of that and wanted to do anyway always time NEN film (Hr.Schmidt!), So gibs EasyPeasyRider08 ([ HQ 319MByte ], [ LQ 153MByte ]), the latest film from I. And yes, I recognize the enormous demands of my artistically educated public, quite the Dogme style (apart from the film format). And if you do not have the bandwidth, no problem. I can assure you, it's not worth it!

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Really. Finally, you're all thinking that this is absolute heat while you search with gloves Easter eggs in the snow. But in reality, here is a typical German summer is upon us.

It happened like this: first of all I was assured again and again that summer is from March here in Trivandrum and then actually going on the heat. It was previously unbearable, I figured with melting plastic traffic signs and ice cream-eating children who planned to join in the general hysteria with summer summer vacation.

To be honest, the kids are the only ones who have kept to the plan. You are on holiday and eating ice cream from time to time get updated very often, children birthday.

By contrast, the weather, which is German. It's raining. And rains. And makes a break. And then rain again. Sun can be beautiful but withstand the temperature, but what the hell I want with NEM motorcycle wenns rains here all the time? How should I administer lying around on the beach drinking cocktails and networking? I had presented my mind, really.

Well, after last week I was on NER techno party - yeah, about forty men and four women were present, along with two security guards and ten Uniformte waiter. The whole hotel roof cheer, well, I danced, I set up home - about 11pm was duly Feierabend - was rained on again.

But now I'm on track, but really want to write here that I hardly come out and actually can count the moments outside. Last Sunday, just driving here in the near to Villapilshaala, Sughata was here from Bangalore Ajurvedischen clinic in NER. And by chance there were a lot of buildings by Laurie Baker , impressive. And also great times to babble for a while with me Sughata ... Sure, people knew from the newspaper from the day before

Then again a week spent with meetings, meetings, sessions and discussions. The network to which I give here is to time as an IT consultant (!) My comment is really stark condition in NEM. Expectations and reality meet in a naked eye supernova to be seen together. Things like foo or blub then determine the evenings, does not produce truly Indian, was added.

And if even a real festival of great entertainment value is given, then the course will not take place in Kerala. Holi, the spring festival, where all beschmeißen each other with paint, get updated very often anywhere else, just not here. Well, at least hopefully get updated very often tomorrow colorful Easter eggs would be, aj, a colorful spring event. I'll definitely scan everything and report here.

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The days ... run away, and sometimes I do not notice how much is moving.

First, and this news is now no longer new, the sad news reached me from Germany. Joseph Weizenbaum died a week and a half - one of those computer scientists who have shaped her work decisively my personal development. Once during my studies in computer science arose more and more doubts about the perfection of a brave new world of IT, he was the one who made it clear that literacy can be a basis for criticism and must. Several times I had the opportunity to experience Weizenbaum himself in Germany and its fun way to clarify its stance politically, to appreciate. He has dedicated his life to his ideals, and that was a good thing.

But back to India, where - as elsewhere probably - people with ideals misused for all sorts of things. Recently, on the way to the Institute where I try to reactivate the network degree, Gandhi campaigned for elite gardens. What would he think if he could see it? Presumably he would have to make a copyright on his image and at least made strong coal. Or not, who knows. Great, at least.

Great, and this time really and honestly, was my last press appearance . Came the other day with ner ne email requesting that I can give an interview for Nich the weekend supplement of 'Hindu'. If log press Fritzen I will of course skeptical, but the paper is good, probably the most useful daily newspaper here, so promised.

Then hit with that of Vishnu Gopal - I had recently met in Delhi - had about me. Networks. Function. And Vishnu is a pleasant fellow. He studied electrical engineering and writes for the newspaper by the way, in order to be able to later prove that he can once more electric than tinkering. And well he did that, wow. Okok, a few small details come out, but what the heck. And why I'm really bizarre spectacle ne?

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