Snowboard-Weekend in Pintrun

Dear reader,

last week I undertook a trip to what to me had been an unknown planet to me - a ski resort.
I still think that it is out of this world how naturally the small kids ski down those slopes, but I tried my best to keep up with them, and learned how to Snowboard. I had this chance because Leo, Marta's boyfriend, owns a 450 year old house in the swiss-german mountains and invited his friends over for a week. We had lots of fun, as is probably best demonstrated by the video I attached.
That's it, cheers!
Jonas

How the weird world rolls on

Dear reader,

since the last entry, I almost got burned during my first stay in France - was alleged to be an inhuman drafting-cyborg - and invented the conspiracy theory of "hatschi!".
But let's start from the beginning.
The two weeks before our first Memorandum for the Moot was due were crazy and beautiful, with countless nightshifts, constantly going from high spirits to despair, the strange mixture of legal reasoning in a state close to madness that makes mooting so much fun to me.
After handing in 5 Minutes before midnight, we went off to party in a bar/club in Lausanne; the evening was... well, I will let the pictures talk.
After that came a weekend of relaxing and distraction, before work for the second Memorandum started. In between there was my birthday which turned out to be surprisingly entertaining considering that I had not planned anything: christmas bash at my dorm, free beers at the disco, dancing with unknown spanish people and an italian girl who also turned 23 that night, the next day surprise cake from Marta in the Cafeteria, mooting and in the evening eating burgers with my german boys.
I spent christmas eve in a bar that turned out to be a time machine, bringing me three ex-girlfriends and other people that are incredibly interesting to talk to after 5 years or so without any contact.
New Year's in Zürich with Marta and Leo and lots of new people again, which turned out to be fun and even were willing to listen to me playing the guitar with my teeth and singing at 3 in the morning.
Now, back to reality in an empty dormitory, but I will soon get company.
By the way, the title of this blog is from the book "Man in the Dark" by Paul Auster, which was given to me by our Vis-Professors, and which I can highly recommend.
So much for tonight, thank you for reading
Yours
Jonas

... but only because Kosho said so

Hello hello hello hello,

the above is a rough translation of the beginning of an audio cassette my sister and me recorded when we were children. For a bootleg, get in contact with Miss Eva v. Göler.
I haven't written anything in a while, it's true, and I sincerly apologize.
The most exciting thing that happened since then is probably that the left brake of my bike broke. I think I just made up a tongue twister: the left brake of my bike broke. Try to repeat it quickly and and tell me what you think. Now, making up a tongue twister is officially the most exciting thing that happend to me recently.
However, when I'm not breaking bike brakes or making up tongue twisters, I moot, date and drink, albeit with rather limited success. Take a look at the photos if you wish (I didn't know orange batik in combination with ornamental decoration was getting popular these days in Geneva, intersting isn't it?)
Thank you for dropping by,
Yours
Jonas

10x?

Why am I writing this?
Why did that egyptian dude give me the pudding?
Why does the water boil so slowly?
Why are students kicked out of the library at 5 pm in the city of Calvin?
Why do spanish people never get tired of partying?
Why does it seem to me that life a single big exam?
Why do I not get rid of Spaghetti?
Why do I not give shit about anything anymore?
Why can't I submit these questions to Eric Bergsten for clarification?
Why do you care?

Weekend at the Ambassador's House

Good evening,

I had an awesome weekend in an even more awesome house of an Ambassador family in Tannay, which is ten minutes from Geneva, on the french border. Marta, my polish Mootie, has been working for the family for a long time, so while they were away, they asked her to invite some friends over the weekend and to stay at their place.
Going from my student dormitory to a place where you have one complete bathroom for every bedroom, listening to Pink Floyd for dinner through a harman kardon surround system, driving around in a Volvo S70 and babysitting a spoiled Irish Setter named "Figaro" was certainly a change. But guess what, I liked it.
Of course, we also tried to work together on our case, and I took a picture to prove it, but we were not all too effective. Silvain, a very funny french guy and roommate of Marta joined us and we went out in Geneva with some people that Marta knows. Unfortunately, Marta stayed at home because she was feeling sick.
Also, we cooked alot together, Pizza, Pasta, and fresh bread and cheese we bought on a real french market on the border on Sunday. I'm now officially Gruyère-addict.
So far so good,
Jonas.

People

While I'm waiting for the water for my daily portion of spaghetti to start boiling, here's some random pictures of different evenings in Geneva.

My new home - pics

Some pictures of the "Uni Mail" building and the "box" that I will spent quite some time with from now on. Salut!