

L.S.,
Hallelujah! He's spoken the magic words...
Congratulations to all new EU citizens!
Martin
P.S. Just some things for further study: The Key Findings on Bulgaria, the Key Findings on Romania and a discussion of the accompanying measures.
The blog of the 2006 trainees of the Council of the EU. Photos, comments, parties, more photos... Bilingual French-English or any combination of these languages with some others: Polenglish, Spanglish, Fralmand...
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Can you hear the music? Go to 2. You can't? Fine, just start singing "Ode to joy". You don’t know the lyrics? Shame on you. Just whistle. No whistling? How did you make it to the Council? Enfin try with na, na, na, na, na... If you don't know what I'm talking about just stop reading. It's not worth it.
2. Don't be ashamed of being drinking your coffee from a mug with the EU flag and being in an inefficient and sudsidised governmental job (PhDing style) in which you can check the blog. They might have nukes but we have a Ryder Cup and we have humiliated them on the field. (I know, I know you have nukes too if you're a Brit or a Frenchman/woman, but that's not very likely unless you're one of our lovely French colleagues, and even in that case and given that this post is in English you might not understand the joke—just kidding!!)
3. Just have a look at the flag on Olazabal’s shoulders. Don’t you feel it, you’re part of it! You’re part of history! The next thing would be to make a European movie a bigger blockbuster than Titanic, but unless hardcore pornography counts you will have to manage with this victory.
4. You might be wondering why this guy is writing all this. Me too. In fact I can’t care less about golf, but it’s the only sport where
Anyway, after being around for a month I’m starting to develop a very interesting “résistance” to this country when people don’t understand me when I make jokes about the Commission or when I get a bag and I say “I want my money back” so this is a very unique occasion to show all these repressed feelings.
BTW It’s Sunday and I’m slightly hangover after being going out three consecutive days. So as you may guess I’m not having such a bad time.
JM
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Answering to the question "wha-t-e are you now ("what-t-e"= mix of where and what if you pronounce it with a thick US accent) " and given that is Saturday night and I have nothing better to do than being reading the blog, I have decided to keep you all informed of my last developments.
Assuming that I can guess -with a (random) 95% accuracy- who is going to read the post and the average level of interest of the average reader I’ll give you this information:
- This country (or at least this city) is crap: nothing works, the opening time is 10 to 6, the green lights of traffic lights are not green (they are white), people don’t talk, coffee is simply shit and it smells funny.
- The university goes along with the city: my phone number was incorrect, I called the IT service and they kept on giving me the wrong one until I called someone else (with a pin number that I receive four days after my arrival because it was sent to someone else) and the number that shows up in the ID-call-thing is a completely different one. Besides, the internet connection was not working, the professor that I was meant to assist didn’t know that I was assigned to him, and almost everybody is having problems with the programme which is meant to "assist" you when selecting your courses.
- On the good side the teaching is pretty good and the amount of work is not very likely to kill me; my room views are simply spectacular (see photo) and the MoMA is the most amazing museum I’ve seen in my life and—as far as I can tell—they have the best coffee in town, for the insignificant price of a metro return ticket ($4) a reduced ticket ($15) and $4.25 for the coffee itself)