Blog | Dominik Mayer – Products, Asia, Productivity

It’s so good to have Chinese friends. They can read the menus and bus schedules, know all the strange things in the supermarkets and find out how to tell an air conditioning to use hot instead of cold air.

That had taken me about an hour yesterday. And today I walked to university because I couldn’t find the right bus. Not the most comfortable thing with my hurting ankle.

Had to move again. Now I’m staying here until at least the beginning of July. Living out of the suitcase finally has an end.

Because most foreigners can’t pronounce the Chinese names correctly many Chinese get themselves an English one. Today I met Zyclops…

I wanted to take a picture of the McDonalds menu but the lady tore it away quickly. No idea why. Particularly because she handed it back to let us order. And then they gave us the take-away menu. I could have taken a picture of that…

At least I could try the Banana Pie that’s advertised all over the city:

I don’t have to have it again. Too sweet filling and a strange sour crust.

This was never intended to become a food blog and I promise to stop. But finding something to eat isn’t that easy and the things you get may not be what you expect them to be. So, another restaurant that seemed a little bit more exalted than the ones before:

Though I’ve been doing my laundry for years now, I think I’ve never used a tumble dryer before. Perhaps once. Didn’t know how comfortable it is.

I’m feeling like an old man. Elbow and jaw are getting better but now I can’t put pressure on my left ankle. Last night, I had to turn off the air conditioning because I didn’t know how to tell it that I wanted hot instead of cold air (works now). It got ice-cold, my cold that’s been on the mend got worse again and I got a cough as well.

I know I was completely healthy when I left Germany.

It doesn’t only look like war, we also have the sound. There are fireworks about every other day. And they’re only meters away from the houses. I filmed this one yesterday (and it took ages to upload it). A Chinese girl told me that there’ll be a marriage the next day.

Another attempt to communicate with a classmate. She could tell me that she’s not Japanese but Mongolian. From which city? Yes. Which language do they speak there? Yes. I said okay and gave up.

I moved out yesterday and have to stay in another apartment until mid/end march. The problem: We have different daily routines and only one key.

Yesterday we met a German guy with his nice Chinese girlfriend. She really seemed to like him. He will fly back to his German girlfriend in three or four days and thought if he won’t betray her now he’ll never do. And the poor little Chinese girl’s heart will be broken. That takes the stuffing out of me.

Webware found phrasr, another tool that translates words into pictures.