Soup and Food... ouch!

Hey guys!

I know it's already late at night and, well, maybe I got a beer to much, but somehow I felt the urge of writing about this night. I met with Kathy at my favorite Kebab vendor. The guy working there is really nice and funny. We had a little chat – pretty nice to practice my Turkish – Kathy and I had a beer and I ate a delicious Kebab. We were really happy, because it's been ages since we were out together, having a chat about anything that's on our minds at the moment. After some time we made our way ahead to our favorite pub...

It's always nice going to that pub, because for us it feels like home there. It's comfy and the best thing of all: the bartender already knows us and always welcomes us warmly. Aaagh, that's so nice, really! When the bartender went to the bar to get our beer I noticed a tattoo on his lower leg. Curious as I am, I asked him about it. It's already some years old and it's "one of many". During that time Kathy was at the bathroom – o'course I told her about that when she came back, but then we talked about different things later. Have I already mentioned, how nice that was – we used to go there so often, having those honest conversations, but due to the stress we had at university we haven't been there for a while.

After some time – and another round of beer – I got curious again. "... one of many", he said. Hmmm. To break the ice I asked our favorite bartender about where he got his sun burn. – From his holiday in Ireland, he said.
Funny, isn't it? We talked about Ireland, cost of food and cigarettes (I even bummed a smoke off him – I was so into smoking that night) and about our summer holidays, ... It was also really interesting to hear about him, what he studied and so on. You know, although he's our favorite bartender, we never had a longer chat together and it was really cool getting to know him better and hearing a little part of his life story.

So finally, I also had to ask him about "... one of many". I won't tell you about each, since I think it would be too private, but there's one tattoo, which made us all laugh. Two Chinese characters. He told us it was supposed to mean STRENGTH and – ahm, sorry I forgot the second word. Well, one day one of his friends, who studied Chinese, asked him kinda "why the hell have you got a tattoo saying SOUP and FOOD?!" Ouch. He could laugh about anyway.

Before we left he even showed us the tattoos (because I was asking so kind)! Really, cool. I think that really got us close to our favorite bartender...


(Still there's a moral to that story: be careful if you get a tattoo in another language...)