An odyssey through the vast Russia is hintermir and here are some slightly more interesting events. It all started that I'm driven with a large backpack and two packets to the station of Ulan Bator. When I wanted to get on the train, but I had to vorbeidraengeln first of countless hectic acting Mongols. Although the train for 30 minutes standing around in the station, most of the other passengers seemed to have not a second time. As the train pulled away went the Gewussel further in the compartment and gear. In my cabin were two women and one man, all middle-aged. With the man who was not involved in the Gewussel just like me, I was able to communicate in Russian. In our compartment were around countless Chinese handbags. In the corridor were Loads of worn jeans, plush animals, vodka bottles, pickle jars, sausages and Christmas balls from one compartment to another. While in our compartment, the number of handbags declined steadily increased the diversity of products that we had strong. Sausage was attached to the ceiling over my bed, a huge Plueschtiger took his place diagonally uebermir and everyone got a new pair of jeans pinned to his Waeschestange. With my male passenger compartment we are getting behind the meaning and purpose of striving: the Russian border had to overcome. All these goods are to be led by the Customs and will be divided so many people on moeglischst. So I was sitting on a train with a plethora of Mongolian smugglers and shortly after, I allowed myself to even talk about my backpack to provide a hiding place. At the border then an unfriendly customs officer ran through the wagon and out of her face was to read that she knew she is ripped off by everyone. If something was to outsiders, it has added to it and something confiscated, but it was far from consistently and thoroughly. A couple of handbags from my compartment were allowed to leave even the train. My backpack, however, has proven to be a very safe hiding place, because I was immediately labeled as a tourist and therefore above suspicion. That same night, then went off the zurueckgetausche and lasted over the next few days. Each stop at a Russian station was to be a market and some about competing as the first jump at the moving train to the potential customers. 
was In the days after, I then eat at my grandmother, finally good again, skiing and genius have met again. Together we flew to St. Petersburg. When we were traveling in the city we are then thrown more or less randomly in one of St. Petersburg backyard. Much like in Berlin hidden behind many facades of a maze of houses. In the backyard of a bar and small galleries and studios were hidden, where you had to ring first to get in at all. Exactly what we have done and then shortly afterwards we were the door opened by a 40-50 year old man. It quickly became apparent that he was also German, although his vocabulary was a bit rusty. Only he had forgotten the key for the door to gallery, so we waited there and began to deepen our conversations. He and I had the same first name did not seem to fit into his world and was not commented several times with a "I do not believe" followed by a horrified expression. Shortly after, he wanted our See hands and stared at it for minutes on each one. But instead of receiving an explanation, he sat on the steps and began the sentence "I do not think" again and again repeated. It began to run down the Traennen in his face. Suddenly he stands up and looks again at the genius hands and says, "You're my daughter" 
We begin to compare his hand with her and him as to make that it is not identical. After a short while, he can then ring the neighbor, who had a key, so that we get in first in the gallery and execute the matter further there. His friend who was waiting in the gallery on him, had fallen asleep and could We therefore do not open the door. From the Gallery but we have not seen anything, because we were led directly into the small kitchen. There were on the table the remains of a small snack with two small empty and a half full bottle of vodka. Shortly afterwards, our host began to enlighten us about his past in Schwerin: "Severin Street, Severin Strasse 6 and 8" Unfortunately he could not tell us much more about Schwerin, as the there are a lock. Therefore, we will probably never know if it's true or not. to clear up after an hour in the Teekuecke with music by Russian singer-songwriters and the failed attempts, the identity of our counterparts, we are then broken up and celebrate the two have had their little party on. My journey home was approaching and after I did not manage to be registered at my grandmother to the authorities, what is obligatory in Russia as a tourist, I have tried in St. Petersburg. On day 1 of my experiment, the office was too because we were too long in the Russian kitchenette. The second day I had it then managed to apply for registration and on the third day I was to pick them up then. Unfortunately, the office was there already again. It was New Year's Eve. And in the next two days I had no success, so I had to start my journey home without registration. In Moscow, I became the undoing of this fact when I noticed a disoriented foreigners at the airport and spontaneously, my passport and immigration card were controlled. Quietly I said the policeman then only "punishment, punishment" ... Since I had a fever and wanted to make my connecting flight I was also quick to pay them. So he asks me in a defined area and starts a protocol to be completed. Meanwhile, I have also explained to him that I could only pay in euros, because I do not have enough rubles. That is a cop who clearly is not to rule me was conscious when he was content that I live in the house 105 in Schwerin. The Protocol was to provide almost all the other empty and I was able to sign on three very seemingly arbitrary points. Then I had to put my 100 euro note, which unfortunately my last remaining cash was and I was escorted through the airport, then got from the officials have organized a window seat and was taken to the Sicherheiskontrollen. Quickly past all the colleagues that I could possibly ask why I did not get a copy of the protocol or no receipt or why my € were accepted at all. Well, maybe the police are simply lifted over the Christmas shopping and we needed a little something extra
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Christmas goose - True to German tradition
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