Hi All, obviously this is my first post, duh! The question now is for me whether I should write in English here or German, which is my mother tongue. I guess I could always translate, but that seems rather tedious and would take too much time. Also I would bore people to death who know both languages. So, I decided to do a bit of both languages and maybe some translation, if I find the time.
Firstly a bit about myself:
My life started quite different to “normal” people’s lives. About 3 months after my birth my parents flew me over to Pakistan, where I spent the next 5 years with them. I know that because I can remember my 5th birthday happening back in Germany and we had just arrived back in Germany at that time. Other than that I don’t remember much from that time period which is hopefully understandable. Only a few things worth mentioning here:
When I was about 3 I was very spoilt and got almost anything I wanted. We had a cook who would make me lunch etc. He even gave me baths and one day, I had a bath and decided it was a good idea to pee in there. I remember because my dad had told me that pee was actually quite a clean fluid. Sunny (our cook) must have been really disgusted and let all the water out of the bath and I was thinking: “What a waste, my dad told me it was clean and I was just cleaning myself and now Sunny has to fill it all up again in a country where water is not in excess.”… A bit later or a bit before that, I don’t know, I played hide and seek with my mum and she was getting bored of me hiding in so obvious places, so she told me to hide in a better place. “OK”, I thought, and hid really well, behind a bush in the front yard. Then I was waiting there for quite a while and she didn’t find me. I was always quite patient and waited there for quite a while, at least 15 minutes if not half an hour, which is ages for a 3-5 year old kid. Then I heard my mum calling my name several times. I took it as a game and didn’t react and let her try to find me. Apparently she was panicking, because she told me later about this which is why I still know… I also remember something else, but this time from my own memory:
Back in Pakistan I dreamed of flying for the first time, which was really nice. I was dreaming that I was flying up the wall, which was around our property there. I flew up and down just like I wanted it.
Anyway, it’s getting late here. Hopefully someone will find this interesting and leave a comment, because I don’t know if it’s worth writing all this stuff if no one reads it and finds it interesting. Be sure though that I will leave some posts about web dev stuff if you are interested in that.
