31.03.2006 11:32

That's how the houses in our street (Via G. Galilei in Trento) are numbered. There is 07 then 17 then 27.

24.03.2006 09:38

Not much going on here, the last days. I apologize and offer you the excuse of a broken wrist. I am a bit handicapped, typeing goes very slowly, but worse is: next week comes my bike and I won't be able to use it straight away :-{.
Well, my hand is not the only thing that handicaps me, my Italian is quite poor. It's enough to go watching movies and to get the overall picture of TV debates but unfortunately, it's mostly passive. I have a hard time to say even very simple things.

And I wonder, what do Italians do in the evening/night? Bars and restautants close at midnight latest. Where do they go then? Home? Or is it just Trento?

21.03.2006 16:49

If your lattice is too small in space directions, it's called finite volume effect and it' s bad. If your lattice is too small in time direction, it's called finite temperature and it' s good.

13.03.2006 12:27

Since Saturday afternoon I am in Trento at the Doctoral Training programme of ECT*. At a first glance, I enjoy the scenery. It's a long time since I looked out of the window and saw some mountains, real mountains. Very beautiful. All this comes together with a nice Italian town, a trickling water pipe and a TV set where the channel button controls the volume and the volume button controls the channels. Berlusconi controls all of them anyway, but yesterday night I watched the Lord of the Rings in Italian. (My excuse for watching TV is: It helps in improving the language skills.)
I look forward to get my bike, because my legs get jumpy at the sight of some streets climbing up the hills.
The institute itself is in a quite lovely old villa with frescoes at the walls quite a different style from Adlershof.

09.03.2006 00:15

Lieber Freund,

(...) ich bin neugierig, ob ich noch den Tag erlebe, wo ich wieder in eine vernünftige Gegend komme und entweder Meer oder Gebirg sehe. Die märkische Landschaft hat zwar etwas recht Elegisches, aber im ganzen ist sie doch schwächend für den Geist, und dann kann man nicht einmal hinkommen, da man jedesmal einen schrecklichen Anlauf nehmen muss, um in den Sand hinein zu waten. Ich bin fest überzeugt, dass es an der Landschaft liegt, dass die Leute hier unproduktiv werden. Ich sagte es schon hundertmal zu hiesigen Poeten, die sich domiziliert haben, und sie stimmen alle ein und schimpfen womöglich noch mehr als ich; aber keiner weicht vom Fleck, lieber sterben sie elendiglich auf dem Platze, ehe sie von dem verfluchten Klatschnest weggehen. (...)

Gottfried Keller an Hermann Hettner, aus der Anthologie "Abends um acht" Schweizer Autorinnen und Autoren in Berlin"