#ONLYINNICE

Ich will noch ein bisschen mit meinen Deutsche Freunden tanzen! - No idea if this is even correct, because after all these weeks of hanging out with my German squad, I'm still as awful at German as I was at highschool... But at least I can ask a guy to buy me a beer now. Let's talk about what Erasmus is all about: beer! Kidding - friendship, of course.  Belgium and Germany. What an odd couple. Of all people I was expecting to meet here in Nice, I never thought I would become friends with "the Germans". Somehow, I found them too normal, not exotic enough. Before my arrival, I had this image of me hanging out with the  Niçois,  or some other mediterrean species like Spaniards or Italians. Instead, I found them to be quite upon themselves... Slightly disappointed, I turned to the expats: Germans. History has taught us that Germans come in large numbers (s orry for the joke, Germans ), so at some inevitable point, I would have to face them. So when one day I ...

La fac: slowly decaying since 1967. I'll admit, I'm a sixties lover, but not when it comes to university infrastructure. The French toilets on the  Aires de repos  a are cleaner. My classroom from 1st grade in elementary school used to be more equipped than my current ones. And did I mention the non-existing airconditioning? Got to love  la Fac  when it's 30 degrees outside!  I wish I could say being at  la Fac  was worth the bloody  ligne 22- busride, but unfortunatly, it isn't. You've just been sandwiched in an overcrowded bus, then get squeezed out, only to come across your first obstacle: the stairs. After climbing the stairs, you present your student card to the  watch dog,  who has the most ungrateful job in the world: checking grumpy student's student cards and probably scaring off possible terrorists. With no weapon. And a hawaii shirt and shorts. Very convincing.  Oh, how I pity him. Which is why I broug...

In the beginning of September, Nice was such a vibrant, sunny and touristy city that I almost forgot I actually had some business  to attend to. But eleven days after my arrival, I had to say goodbye to my sweet honeymoon and face my inevitable fate: ma vie à la Fac... Like every newbee at university, I was quite stressed those first days. Luckily, I had already gone to the Faculté de Lettres, Arts et Sciences Humaines - being an Erasmus student, they asked me to arrive a few days in advance to sort out administrative stuff.  One should think that, when they expect you to arrive earlier than the regular students, things will go faster. But if there are 200 Erasmus students enrolled, it's quite the contrary. After this first week, I visited the first floor of the H-wing once too many, since no matter how early I went to the International Office, there would always be a long long line of Erasmus students, thrilled (and less thrilled) to get enrolled. Fin...

In case you haven't noticed, I’m a romantic. Born and raised in a forest, I shun chaos, noise and crowds (Except for Rock Werchter), for they bring misery, stress and destruction. So being a romantic anno 2017 isn't easy, for everything happens in the City.   The City  is everywhere. Grey and concrete, she rises from the ground, repelling every last bit of nature, radiating only pollution. Roots are replaced by foundations, plants by people, harmony by chaos. No, I don't like cities. But if you want to work, study or make a career, you need to go to the City, because progress and prosperity awaits there .  So I inevitably had to go and live in  the City.  But how would I survive in the fifth largest city of France? No friend has ever heard me say " I could actually live her e " when talking about cities. But despite my negative expectations and attitude towards cities, I could actually live in Nice. In fact, I absolutely adore Nice. Colourful instaed of gre...