It won't be long, yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah)

I'm beginning to feel to consequences of uninhibited shopping sprees. Most notably, books.

Books are my ultimate weakness. Here, I have found so many cheap English books. Books that cost three times the price at home. I came with ten (one of which seems to be missing) and have now in my possession a total of 26 books (German and English of all shapes and sizes!) The problem is, how can you pass up such a good deal - 5 for €10! or €3.99 for one that would cost $15.00 in St. John's.
Now the problem remains - I only have so much suitcase space. And presumably a weight limit. I had this problem as well when I lived in Harlow. I literally filled my entire bookshelf with books that I had accumulated from other people, second hand stores, und so wieder. In the end, I ended up throwing out shoes, socks, underwear, and filled my smaller second suitcase completely with books.
Now I face a similar dilemma (you would think I had learned my lesson, huh?) What's a bibliophile to do?
I think this calls for an emergency mock-packing.

Last night, we caught the final film to be showed at the Universität. It was titled 'Am Ende kommen Touristen', or 'In The End, The Tourists Come', about this young guy who does his civil service at Auschwitz. He works at a youth hostel, and helps out an 85 year old Polish Holocaust survivor. Like every German movie I have seen (with possbily one or two exceptions), the movie ends on a strange note, where you kind of think 'is that it? really?okaaaaaay.' The film itself was good though. I felt really sympathetic towards the old man, because the way most of the other characters acted towards him was just completely fake and they obviously didn't understand, just did not get it.

After the movie, Karen, Adam, Megan and I, along with Philip, Sean, and two people whose names are lost to me went to a little bar for a drink. It was a good time, filled with Denglish (as our teacher, Barbara, called it) and even a little Spanish, French, and my own false British accent. I've been told it's quite good (by a real Briton, no less!)

Today, our friend Ellen arrived. Alas, I have no yet seen her, as I was in the process of checking out some details about possibly visiting a friend while in the UK, and making sure that my flight from Frankfurt is the same time as the group's flight to Halifax (?)