I honestly can't even remember anymore. Two weeks I think. I both feel like I've been here forever and feel like it is going by really fast. It's really odd.I started my job on Monday. There are parts of it I love and parts that I could do without. But that's every job. I basically go through boxes of photographs of artworks and pick out the ones taken by Franz Roh. I then plug these photos into the computer. There will soon be an online database of all of these. That's the part that isn't the greatest. But honestly, it's still better than the jobs I've had back home. At least I get my own desk where I can listen to music and look at art. haha. When I'm not doing that I'm digging through the huge library trying to find books in english about my topic for my paper. I also get to follow around Dr. Christian Fuhrmeister while he talked about recovered degenerate art. I'm pretty sure he's my favorite person in Germany. I don't think I've met anyone THAT intelligent... it's like shock and awe everyday. haha.
I also moved into my apartment las night. The move didn't go so well. When I got off the U-Bahn it started to pour... I wasn't sure where her apartment was on the street and of course, last house on the last block. Sweet. During this time, the strap on my purse broke as well. So picture me, DRENCHED, carrying my purse in my arms like a small child, a huge backpack on my back, pouting in the middle of a German suburban street. Priceless I'm sure. My roommate is so nice though. Sandra had a real cotton towel ready for my when I got the apartment. real. cotton. I've been using this strange fabric comparable to a sham-wow for the last two weeks. Real. Cotton. Towel. It's the small things.
The apartment is tiny, but literally the cutest place I've ever seen. Tonight, I actually get to go grocery shopping so I can make my own food. Best day ever. For real.
This is a shot of ONE FLOOR of the photo collection here. It's pretty intense.
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