in bochummmmm

when i got to the student hall was; was it all there is to it?...is this 'place' all they have to contain and manage my vanity and cockiness? i think not..but then again, i had kept a possitive mind on everything, therefore i need not to go further than that..
i did get a bit worried about the rooms,..and a series of 'what ifs' sort of blazed through my brains,...but in nomore than an hour the what ifs gradually vanished.
my room and feli's next to each other, and 'yeah cool' was the first thought i had when they gave us the room keys,..but then again, when i really got to check the room, it turns out that despite our room numbers being so close to each other's,..there was a big concrete wall dividing our rooms, and my door was actually closer to another room's door; room 408. at first i didnt pay that much attention to any of the previous,..that was of course before i had actually seen the boots set in front of the room. it was one, dirty,..two,..black,..three very similar to those found at the feet of racist german soldier or neo-nazis available at any given time...i mean, let's get realistic here: how many germans would actually wear those kind of shoes,..and better yet; what sort of germans would?
At first i was left with a blinding yet careless thought that it must had just been me afterall, that i was being paranoid,...but then again there was the panicky-dillematic part of me breaking up to the surface...and by the end of the day, this vehemently cruel part of me put the conclusion; i am living next door to a real life sick german freak!..
a day after, i was so haunted to the other day's thought that i could actually be having a manic racist living next door to my room. After all the assumption comes....hypersensitivity. we were having some time out and it was great, met new people went to new places,..but,...i could never seem to meet the 'guy next door'..like ever!..he was almost never out of his room, and therefore never used the kitchen. Eventhough i think he bathe frequently, because one day i heard him banging his door before the shower room was shut brutally. it is almost as if he gets out very late at night when everybody around him was sleeping to catch his prey, and that he cannot have us -normal people- around to see him eat because he feeds on human blood. Of course because nobody seems to have a lot of social neurons, people in my part of the floor never actually socialize that much, no one had actually paid attention to any of 'my neighbour's behaviour,....well that was before they put me right next to his room,......being over-concious and hyper-sensitive after witnessing the pressence of those conspicuous boots, i am suddenly aware of almost each and every single thing this guy had playing in his room. He has a telly in his room, i can tell, because of the random german mumbling and sudden applauses coming out from the little gaps of his door and windows. but when he doesnt put his telly on, his music selection speaks more than i need to know. i was kind of hoping that despite being a potential racist, he might just be cool, and has a good taste in music,..but, i guess hearing Aerosmith playing next door is not exactly the best way to tell, especially when afterwards he played this freaky -and not to mention extremely long- turkish sounding music,....okay, so at least he doesnt do Britney Spears, and that is already a good thing.


to becontinued....