Woah, how quickly time flies. I meant to do a short post about the Chilean Cultural Day shortly after we visited. Turns out that was three weeks ago.
Can you feel the days getting shorter? When we got back from Poland last Sunday, arriving at our house at about 8:30 pm, I peaked up at our Platz, and had the sneaking suspicious that it was just that little bit darker than it should have been.
On the 21st April, I defended my Phd in Molecular Plant Physiology. On the 22nd- Earth Day 2017- we marched for science.
So here we are. After a few weeks of fairly hectic travelling, a week back home furiously trying to write some of my thesis, and a long weekend in Paris, we’re finally heading back to Berlin to reset to normal. My money ran out three days ago, and I haven’t finished writing my thesis.
When I was back in Perth, I was lucky enough to be part of an Institute that did a lot of public outreach work. Mostly workshops for young senior school-aged kids (14 or so), with a couple of presentations at ‘career days’ in front of the general public. Thing about Germany is, most of the public speak German…
There’s a certain time in May, every year without fail, when the Regional train that takes us from the city to work, suddenly takes on a funny odour. Sickly sweet, the smell of hot, stale fruit wine. And every year we say to ourselves ‘we really should go to the Baumbluetenfest before we leave Germany.’
Gal is pretty much the reason that office work is not as tiresome as it should be. Sure, the alleviation of boredom that Gal brings correlates pretty meanly with an alleviation of productivity, but you guys, thesis writing is soooo boring, I take what I get. One of Gal’s many talents is the ability to accurately throw stress balls at my head, full velocity. It’s such a skill that I think he put it on his CV, and we’ve now both taken to wearing safety glasses in the office more often than in the lab. Which leads to the point that, when Gal told me that I absolutely must visit the Britzer garden, I got on my bikes, and visited that darn garden!
A couple of weekends ago, Andy, whose surname pretty much directly translates into English as ‘Cherryblossom’, marched us off to an event honouring the family flower.