If you want to eventually quit smoking, who boarded in Singapore Helge said shortly before landing, then now is the right time. Helge: early 40s, living in Hamburg, a native of East Berlin, ex-punk, ex-smokers, banker. With now says Helge Australia. I make the touch screen of my in-flight entertainment system on SkyView and follow the live landing of the aircraft in which I sit. A possible in the tail fin of the Airbus A380 built-in camera does matter. Except for the periodic flash of the collision warning light on the night-black screen is not much to see. SkyView s the best! commented Helge. If the ship is already as heterotopia par excellence, then the Airbus A380 certainly be one, I think. I think so but only because without exception everyone I told before I left was that I would spend the night at an airport hotel, immediately heterotopia heterotopia! has screamed. In general, says Helge, Qantas has what the entertainment is concerned, made up. On the screen appears in the distance a sea of light, it must be to Sydney. Secretly, I am angry about Qantas: instead of reading I now Platoon, Milk, Twilight, Quantum of Solace, and each of several episodes of The Simpsons, Little Britain, Little Britain USA and saw Grey's Anatomy.
Upon entry to Australia is solemnly declared to have no more than 250 cigarettes in their luggage. The bars in the Duty Free Shop at Sydney Airport have the appropriate scope: 10 boxes of 25 pieces. Even if I do not like big packs, I buy Camel Lights. Already on the board of the rod a lung sick, dying girl is shown, where a kind-hearted nurse tenderly expresses the respiratory mask to the face. The customs officials that I am dutifully on the cracked box red Gauloises attention in my jacket pocket. He is interested instead of apples or bananas, which I could have hidden in my suitcase. Chewing gums are ok.
sun is very stupid, for it frees sun. Slowly I got used to it, that you must not freeze in March, but all a question of the correct position is. Sydney is clearly the proper position. My problem is an aesthetic. The city can not help it, in fact, Sydney is a dream city by the sea, wonderful architecture, international population. And it all seems to say, without anything or talk about yourself constantly having to like Paris or Berlin. The aesthetic problem but I am. At night I dream of workouts in the gym and how well it is if you feel comfortable in just shorts or tank tops.
Australia is a sports dictatorship. Declining to run on television shows in which not all that fat people of Victoria Beckham clones are presented. In the so-called hotels, Thus the bars are the same five different sports on ten different screens shown. At every street corner there is a gym. Everywhere one comes across images of the pristine Australian swimmer body. If you click on the Internet through the sites staff find it must be said that clean and healthy the favorite adjectives for self-descriptions. Hello, I am clean and healthy. With these two words, I think, carried their poor Edith Klinger Katzerln the ORF to market. No wonder that despite the strict ban on smoking not less smoke. The
the social initiation of smoking does not work here. What first of all is that no one smokes. The Chauvel Cinema in Paddington, a wonderful art-house cinema by the way, I stand alone on the large balcony smoking, while the people in the lobby crowd close together. From Berlin cinemas with a smoking balcony, such as the Sputnik, otherwise I'm used to. In addition, it is questionable whether the people I know in Sydney while smoking learn to really get acquainted. In the smoking area outside a bar on Oxford Street, Pete is next to me and told me after a short time that his German wife and his half-German daughter were so mean and would beat him. Pete: mid-50s, worn face, short stature, long Hair, brown sandals, rolling tobacco, otherwise gay parent. That because of the stupid laws alcohol drink can not take with the outside, also has its good sides. I go get another beer, I tell Pete to knock him encouragingly on the shoulder and get out in the bar
Ultimately you need in Sydney no-smoking areas in order to operate social initiation. Not even me. But I love this city. The Non smoking city Sydney, I also owe the insight into a technique that I have been practicing only subconsciously: smoking as a strategy of social avoidance. I'm just smoke a cigarette, I say to Peggy, as me this in the Rose, Shamrock Thistle Hotel + is too intrusive. Peggy: End 20, flawless makeup, blond short hair, hot pants, gin and tonic in hand, lived in Thailand, in contrast to its sister painting no artistic ambitions, Controller of conviction. Come back if you like, call Peggy at me.
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