Last week at the Manege Square in Moscow. While the director explains to a tour group in the pouring rain for some Manege Square, suddenly heard the International. Quickly turned around and filmed: between the souvenir shops are on the way a small group of communists the way towards an upright Zhukov Monument. Art? A real demo? Or another idea to get the money the tourists? See for yourself:
After more twelve-hour drive in an old Volga we are at a small Russian border crossing between Kharkov and Belgorod. The Ukrainians have left us out, but the Russich border guards looking in my German passport and on the phone first - not a good sign. Then two other officials are involved, our nervousness increased. Finally, the duty Major, a Young acting correctly, likable man, he makes us clearly in a calm tone that is out of our re-entry into Russia nothing: "I'm sorry, so are the rules." Our visa was only valid for one journey to Russia and we were stupid enough to run for a few days with the whole family from Russia to the Azov Sea in Ukraine. When leaving Russia, you had meant to us, this was not a problem. The attempt to encourage him and the offer of a financial donation to enter the country failed. "Of this I will have heard nothing," informed us of the border officials. Compliment! We could go to the Russian Consulate in Kharkiv and apply for a new visa. On a Sunday? Where we still have the evening already sitting on the train? Excluded.
What next now? We are sitting first time into the early morning set on the Russian border. Our train to Moscow must move without us, the hotel room in Moscow remain empty and is in the plane from Moscow to Bonn withdraw without us.
It had all been worked out so smoothly. My wife, the five-year-old Max and his 12-year brother, my 77 year old mother and I had traveled two days in Moscow in the sleeping car to the father and his wife to Belgorod. Two days later we set off with Grandpa Ivan and his wife in the Ukraine. We visit the hometown of my father-in-Nova Parafivka and see the graves of his parents and grandparents in the small cemetery overgrown with weeds of the village. When Ivan's sister in Losowa we met great warmth and ease living conditions. It was served up like blazes the kitchen. Given plenty of vodka and beer. The simple, clean accommodation in the house without running water worked without problems. After visiting relatives there for a few days left for Henichesk the Sea of Azov.
Fortunately, we had started the return journey from Henichesk already clock at twelve noon. The trip in two Volgas went slowly but smoothly ahead. On the Ukrainian country roads, the speedometer needle schonmal dared to 120 km / h forward. Risky overtaking others and suddenly appearing potholes made for the 600 km range but ultimately only average speeds of 50-60 miles an hour. The native handling of Vol (l) gas, was swinging through the curves more and asked the engine of steady change of five courses in order to even stay in momentum remained, all the way a driving skills challenge - but so It was the driver at least not boring. Driving at night filled with all the cliches that have been on the road conditions in the Ukraine: No signs, drunk and cyclists without lights and, occasionally, unlit vehicles on the road.
Zwöf hours of driving in these conditions, four of them at night should now really be enough. But in view of the closed border into Russia we had no alternative but to take the rented car from the father-in by night to Kharkiv in Ukraine and from there we eke out the direction of Germany. The bright idea was the call to a colleague who worked in Kiev for an EU project. A call in the middle of the night from the border and Bela Kaunzinger helped immediately. We should take the train, he advised us. From Kharkiv to Kiev by express train, then by sleeping car 24 hours after Berlin and beyond with the rental car to Bonn. The train station in Kharkiv allowed us toll in comfortable chairs some time to close our eyes until we were able to buy tickets. Meanwhile, Grandpa Ivan from Russia organized the repatriation of his Volgas. But then came the sobering: The train to Kiev from Kiev was fully booked and there were no more tickets to Berlin. My colleague offered in Kiev on Sunday tried to make the impossible possible. Tickets to Warsaw and from there to Berlin, a prior overnight for all in Kiev. Too complicated and long with two children, but then we had the solution. With the plane we went to Kiev and from there the next day, very cheap and comfortable with the Ukrainian International Airways to Frankfurt. Three Crosses!
smoking in Bonn: Much fresh air and smoking clubs in St. Joseph
meets the Schröder in the Rheinau street, yesterday, last week the club "Smoke friends Schroeder", guests are welcome and smoking is violently. The air quality in the restaurant is borderline Smoking and Non smoking. On the other side of the Rhine in the pinched, it is full, good atmosphere and good air - just smoking. As comfortable, the dancers made the Jazz Gallery. It is packed on Friday night and in comparison to a former health resort - Smoking.
The sting and the Baroque have also founded a club. Label Name: is "FUCK" written there, the Federation dogmatic cigarette consumers. So here first complete a form and then allowed to passive smoking. It's totally comfortable doing without the smoke and the atmosphere show there is no Abruch as jazz and other Local:
My first impression as a Non smoking. There must be smoked out his pick-smoking, the air is a few exceptions, much worse than it was before the ban. must be Whether the creative avoidance strategies have long-term success is doubtful.
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After more twelve-hour drive in an old Volga we are at a small Russian border crossing between Kharkov and Belgorod. The Ukrainians have left us out, but the Russich border guards looking in my German passport and on the phone first - not a good sign. Then two other officials are involved, our nervousness increased. Finally, the duty Major, a Young acting correctly, likable man, he makes us clearly in a calm tone that is out of our re-entry into Russia nothing: "I'm sorry, so are the rules." Our visa was only valid for one journey to Russia and we were stupid enough to run for a few days with the whole family from Russia to the Azov Sea in Ukraine. When leaving Russia, you had meant to us, this was not a problem. The attempt to encourage him and the offer of a financial donation to enter the country failed. "Of this I will have heard nothing," informed us of the border officials. Compliment! We could go to the Russian Consulate in Kharkiv and apply for a new visa. On a Sunday? Where we still have the evening already sitting on the train? Excluded. 
When Ivan's sister in Losowa we met great warmth and ease living conditions. It was served up like blazes the kitchen. Given plenty of vodka and beer. The simple, clean accommodation in the house without running water worked without problems. After visiting relatives there for a few days left for Henichesk the Sea of Azov. 
But then came the sobering: The train to Kiev from Kiev was fully booked and there were no more tickets to Berlin. My colleague offered in Kiev on Sunday tried to make the impossible possible. Tickets to Warsaw and from there to Berlin, a prior overnight for all in Kiev. Too complicated and long with two children, but then we had the solution. With the plane we went to Kiev and from there the next day, very cheap and comfortable with the Ukrainian International Airways to Frankfurt. Three Crosses! 
meets the Schröder in the Rheinau street, yesterday, last week the club "Smoke friends Schroeder", guests are welcome and smoking is violently. The air quality in the restaurant is borderline Smoking and Non smoking. On the other side of the Rhine in the pinched, it is full, good atmosphere and good air - just smoking. As comfortable, the dancers made the Jazz Gallery. It is packed on Friday night and in comparison to a former health resort - Smoking. 
