wrong typos are giving the best hits for google. my post “syrania” about the movie syriana was found by 55 visitors up to now. So it seems İ`m not the only one who made this mistake. even spiegel.de wrote it like this. anyway, its a good movie.

we sahared our raod, so we share the blogging about: jelli wrote the odd statıons, so İ will do the evan. so here is my part of the logbook of a starnge hitchhike tour from germany to İstanbul.

nr. 2 is quite boring. We tried to leave the city by bus nr. 72, which İ took about 1000 times to get to university.

nr. 4 was a young man from pirna, who tried to organize his weekdend activities calling his friend. maybe skiing. but his friend didn`t like so much going outdoor. just 2 km to the A17.

nr. 6 is a long story. the guy was an sound technician touring for “cats” - the musical. nice conversation. İ felt a little bit sorry, when we stuck at the border for at least half an hour and the customs stared to search the car. İ couldn`t decide to tell him any backgrund, cause sure he was more surprised than me. But he didn`t get angry about me. he just got angry about borders and so on. actually he brought us behind teplice and gave his card, in case of needing any help.

nr. 8 - i like having got the evan, the next one is an editor or book seller, going with a small truck. He was telling storıes and storıes about hıstory, old stuff from the Thirty Years’ War. And much about geraman and czeck settlements. İt was strange, because he told all the stuff without any personal position. when he was telling, that one could see the fire of dresden from prague in march 1945, İ really didn`t konw, what to think about. anyway, he was a little bit lonesome as most people who share their rad with hitchhikers and he gave us a short city tour of prague to leave us at a petrol station behind.

nr. 10 İ didn`t believe before, but the night we stayed outside while snow was falling, was comfortable.

nr. 12 a handsome impatient guy from Czeck Republic, living in Slovakia. İt was the 70`th birthday of his girlfriends father, so he had to prepare a big family party, while he was stayng in the traffic. - really good-looking. he brought us in the middle of Bratislava

nr. 14 our first real trucker. he was constantly talking to hıs frıend via cb-radio about his frıend`s mariage crisis. So we could rest from conversation until a patrol station just before budapest.

nr 16 this is to much for here, İ will tell later, probably. anyway, we got to the border serbia/bulgaria.

nr. 18 a bus going around sophias suburbs in the early saturday morning. a little bit the same style like istanbuls gecekondu`s.,

nr. 20 just a boring trolley-bus out of the center of sophia

nr. 22 someone who brought his car from germany - his driving habits where more important than conversation. we reach Plovdiv really fast.

nr. 24 this was the first real language problem. a macedonian truck driver took us to nthe border to turkey. he just spoke a little bit of turkish, but anyway, he wanted companionship and we shared food - cold canned meatballs in white beans, hmm - and cigarettes. we visited the duty free dizel station, which took us more than 2 hours. but to see this strange little oil country - border controls and so on - was worth the time.

nr. 26 İt was just 200 metrs. As nobody is allowed to cross the border in night time without car, we had to find a car at the passport police station. first the police wanted to find one for us to istanbul. then 4 other travallers apeared, so we had to mangage by our own. İt was no problem, because evrybode in the row was involved in the solution. so five people were pressed in one car, the bags on the car and we drove 200 meters very carefully. but nobady touched the ground. so beurocracy and real life found a way to match.

nr. 28 two truckers who asked stupid questions in an annoying sound. just don`t talk about.

nr. 30 early morning, sun and istanbul. public transport brought us to taksim. just to ask for helps to get a bus, if you don`t have money.

a new advebture is waiting. hitchhiking to istanbul will take about three days, maybe four. I like the idea, not to know, what will happen in the next hour. I will go with jelena, and I’m quite sure she is the right person to face desperate situation.
so, so long and i will write about evrything in some days

we knew it, we didn’t write anything about sexism. we just want to publish some questions about gender, sexism and feminism.

_ is sexism a gender issue? and is the struggle against sexm?
_ is my gender identification important for the discussion about sexism? And who am I?
_ If we can use a male identity whenever we want and also even if we dont want - can I fight against sexism as a fight for my own freedom. - And is this freedom the possibility to choose my identity?
_ and is gender deconstruction a way to fight the rule of men over women.
_ or is it just a way to refuse critiszm on sexist behavior?

so, thats what we would like to write about and/or discuss bout.

/me and vera

yesterday I’ve been to cinema, the first time since about one thousand years - approximatly … the movie: syrania. the situation in an not named emirat at the Persian Gulf in all its international relationship in 128 minutes, including all the stories about the personal life of all the characters. well, it was not too bad, and that`s quite much for a movie about this issue. just a little bit anti-american, the only really bad person was some cia agent.
Well the end of the story: the cia killed the young modern prince, who wanted to install a system of democracy and the rule of human rights for his people. the underdog oil worker died in an suicidal attack, provoked by the anti-social policy of the big international oil company. all parts of the stories are quite flat. all in all, not a movie to learn something about the situation, just some entertainment for a cold winter day.