going mad in brussels

i dont know what to do with my frustration.
there are many things i dont like about brussels. but hallo, i was trying to like it. i was trying not to blame every shit on this city, but sometimes i just want to let my frustration off something. sorry this is the time.
3 times have i been to ULB library here, each time i was almost exploding with anger and frustration. i wont tell you about previous times, this will just kill me.
this time, everything started at the tramstop. tram 94, the one i need, didnt show up, i had to wait 20 minutes, so i just took 92 to Louise hoping to get 94 from there, maybe this tram is too lazy to come to Congres. well, thank god it appeared after another 25 minutes of waiting. when i was at the library, and found one of the 3 books, someone in french declared something, but from the tone of the voice i could feel, that this is nothing nice like "nafisa here is your book feel free and study". it was 17:00, and the library is shut at this time. i hurried downstairs (there is the machine where u scan the books, just like in fulda)to borrow the ones i found. but, this machine is turned off at 16:30, and i have to go back tomorrow to take those books. isnt it amazing???!!! i just couldnt help looking aggressive at a nice smiling face of the gentleman. i forced myself to say thank you, and have something like a smile on my face. all i wanted to do is scream at his face, but damn it is not his fault, this weirdest library, i have every seen, shuts so early.
it is pouring now. enough summer folks!

Praha

Somehow semi-consciously i got into the plain, which took me to Prague, with no cash in my pocket, and thoughts in my head all about my laptop being in the luggage, which i had to check in, and my precious thesis thoughts under the risk of getting ruined in it.
when i arrived, i realized i didnt know where to go. i knew i was staying in the dorm, i didnt know the name of the dorm, nor the name of the university it belonged to, nor the name of the street it was situated on. i had nothing. i set down, unpacked my backpack. aha, what have i got here, cool, the dorm is close to the restaurant, where we gonna have breakfast, Na farme (which, as i've learnt later, meant on the farm) Kamycky 129, Praha 6. i showed this piece of paper to various people trying to speak russian, english and german to them, some of them spoke none, some did speak english, but they didnt know where it was. i found a lady in the information desk, she searched in her computer for a while, and then took a piece of paper and wrote something, and starting explaining to me in a manner my english teacher in the sixth form used to teach us to pronounce sentences, very slowly and monotoneously. i enjoyed these 7 minutes, which felt like an eternity.
found the bus. bought the ticket 20 CHK. it was a good strategy to find the dorm through the restaurant.

another funny thing was the story with a cash-machine. i was overly happy to find not only one but three cash machines all situated in 20 centimeteres from each other. i inserted my card. wow, it worked. but what the hell is that?! 200 CHK, 500 CHK 1000 CHK 1500 CHK, is it a lot? how much do i need? how much does one need? how much is 200 CHK? well i withdrew 500, but later i had to go back to withdraw more, because it turned out to be only 20 euro.
i was supposed to get off in the Namesti something (means Square), the lady in the information desk wrote that. i couldnt properly read her handwriting, even if i could i didnt know how to pronounce it properly, so i just showed my little piece of paper to the driver. he said he knew the place. we were driving and driving, fewer and fewer people left in the bus, in a while i noticed we were out of town. the bus stopped, and the driver looked at me giving the sign that that was the square. i got off with the confused feeling about czech architecture. all i could see was a huge field and a lady crossing road. she couldnt speak none of the languages i can speak. i can speak a lot (in comparison to the average) but damn this is so little at times. well anyway, she sent me in a different direction. it took me almost an hour to go back to right place. i somehow found it. there were many kind people who sincerely tried to help this poor little girl with a heavy luggage (so typical me).
got to know the people, some central asians, some australians, canadians, and eastern europeans. a nice team. after a nice dinner, i went to the dormitory, which is a real luxury. loads of furniture, it has a really home-like feeling, pretty cosy.

had a nice walk in the prague city centre, and in the charles bridge. so far i like the city a lot... and people seem to be very happy with their lives...
hi to everyone from rainy but still lovely prague

games

I was talking with my trukish colleagues the other day, and we spoke of games, and they remembered backgammon, and started counting in persian, and wondered how come they used these words and not other... here is what i found on history of games like chess and backgammon...

Chess
Chess is first mentioned in texts dating from the early centuries of the common era, when the Sasanian dynasty ( A.D. 224-651) ruled all of Mesopotamia, Iran, and much of Central Asia. The Sasanians wrote in the language known as Middle Persian, ancestral to the modern Persian spoken today in Iran and adjacent countries.
Backgammon
One of the few surviving literary texts in Middle Persian is The Explanation of Chess and Invention of Backgammon. Although written sometime in the ninth century, it describes events from the sixth century and probably preserves an oral tradiion. From this text we learn of a fateful visit to the court of the great Sasanian ruler Khusraw I (reigned 531-579), who is the "king of kings" mentioned in the story.

They say that, in the reign of Khusraw of the Immortal Soul, a chess game (16 counters of emerald and 16 counters of rud ruby) was sent by Dewisharm, great ruler of the Indians, to test the intelligence and wisdom of the Iranians and to see to his own profit... In a letter had been written: "Since you are named as king of kings, as king of kings over us all, it is necessary that your wise men be wiser than ours. [It is so] if you explain the rationale of this chess; otherwise you send tribute [and] taxes!"
According to the story, the Persian king asked for four days to respond to Dewisharm's challenge. None of the wise men of his realm came forth to offer a solution, until on the third day Wuzurg-Mihr rose to his feet and announced that he could easily explain the rationale of the chess. In addition, he would devise and send Dewisharm something the Indian ruler "will not be able to explain" and so demand a tribute in addition to the one now before the Persian king. As Wuzurg-Mihr deduced:
Dewisharm has fashioned this chess like a battle in meaning: He has made the kings like two princes, the chariots to left and right like the van, a general like the commander of the warriors, the elephants like the commander of the body guards, the horses like the commander of cavalry, the foot-soldiers like the very infantry at the front of the attack.
Wuzurg-Mihr then played three games of chess with the Indian sage who had brought the chess set, and won three victories. The tribute accompanying the game - 1,200 camel loads of gold, silver, jewels, pearls, and robes, and 90 elephants - was given to the Persian king.