11512 pretty sure i forgot to mention this, but i went to the opera yesterday, saw Tosca, by a guy named Puccini, ( http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tosca ) it was obviously in italian, cause all operas are in italian, but it had english and czech subtitles. considering i couldnt read the subtitles very well, and my spanish only gets me so far with italian, i do not fully understand what happened in the opera. there was an artist, and he was in some way affiliated with some guy who was being chased by the police. but this guy was related to this girl the artist was painting, and the artists wife/girlfriend was very jealous and upset. and then the cops captured the wife/girlfriend, and she had to either sleep with the cop to get her boyfriend-guys freedom, or somthing, ultimately she killed him, but her boyfriend/husband died, so she killed herself? which is i guess how operas go? i dunno, it was entertaining, entirely worth the 55CZK. the opera house was beautiful, built a while ago, had all the gold guilt and velvet seats n all the whatnot that would make it ostentatious enough to be the national theater, (also the word for national theater: národní divadlo is one of our vocab words for our language class). TODAY on the other hand, we went to Berlin, much of the day was designated to the traveling, which i slept through, i slept real hard, it was awesome, we had to stop multiple times, cause i guess, Germany has special rules about how busdrivers need to take breaks every once and a while. we finally showed up to Berlin, dumped our stuff at the hostel we are staying at and started a bus tour. the tour was led by a British emigre. she seemed to know what she was talking about, she asked us questions, i could answer them, but being generally apathetic, and sitting in the back, she never really heard my answers. she took us around to all the classic Berlin Wall stuff. we walked through the new Holocaust memorial. i was sobering, ive seen it before, so it kinda lost some of its initial impressiveness.
We also were taken to the spot where the hitler's death took place, the empty lot. the communists pumped the bunker full of concrete, and now its a parking lot to a housing project. and then it started pouring at one point while we were supposed to be hopping out to look at the Brandenburg gate, i elected to not get out of the bus and NOT get wet without my jacket, as i already have pics, on this very computer of the Brandenburg gate in less grey-shitty weather. tomorrow we should have time to wander around some, and see some museums, as i have already gone to the historical museums, with the Ishtar gate and whatnot, i hope to go to the checkpoint charlie museum during free time tomorrow. after such activities, me and a few other catz wandered around looking for dinner, we found a place that had pizza, and German food, and Turkish food. basically the Berlin equivalent of aw Greek diner back home. and after that we made our way (my stealing a ride from the Berlin U-bahn) to some place to find a bar, had a nice half-wiess, or whatever its called round here, and then finding ourselves eventually in an Irish pub like thing, where a coverband by the name of the Murphys Law (real original) was playing a Mumford and Sons song, so i was instantly satisfied, Chris (our TA) proceeded to dance and entertain all of us (and much of the bar) quite thoroughly, but hes from LA so he does things like that all the time we made our way home, and now off to bed
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