Jordanien- الأُرْدُن Finally we come to Jordan. Now I'm (Louise) is already over 6 months now and I feel almost like home, everything seems "normal" and the daily grind it again.
But I remind myself that I was at the beginning of something else. I was fascinated by the cries of the muezzin, who awakened in me oriental Urlaubsgefuehle from the mini buses, which can easily everywhere-can get in and where you want, and from the Wuestenfeeling, which have called the Jordanians in the spring "green" as was seen here and there a little Büschlein. To my has fascinated but at the same time always a unwell joined them when I walked through the strange streets where I now find even a stranger yet. Or if I want to get the bus to stop, but where a woman is not to be as loud-ah, you knock with a coin on the window ... well, I'd rather stay seated and wait until someone else gets out and then stop running back ...
And what struck me was the hospitality. Even without Arabic I am lost never went in the big Amman always been recognized as one of my uncertainty, and there micht executed has done, where I was going. (Even now I still receive "LiebesSMS" of girls that I was the last time before 5:00 Months have seen. "When I see my friends, I remember the moon, but when I see the moon, I remember your face. I love you and you love me.")
And now I've me here already settled , disturbs the muezzin me look the television and the great Wuestenfeeling is not so fascinating. Where are the lakes, forests and fields? The discomfort is gone, the streets I feel me at home and I always get the bus to stop somehow.
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