We survived to Baku Baku us so'n boy boy how to hunt for report to? The impressions which I have collected in this European Cup adventure is difficult to "plastic" put into written words. A whole new world opened up with entering the "waiting room" in the tables Baku Airport. And I say this as a self-proclaimed world traveler ... I peck out for this report just a few highlights.
Pick 1 : the stoic silence on the visa award! After a fairly uneventful flight (the often quoted total chaos, the weather saved for the flight back to) they entered a good mood early Thursday Moren the waiting room of the most beautiful airport in the United States of Azerbaijan. The former waiting room we were greeted not with the latest edition of Brigitte, or the pharmacy-Rundschau, but fabulous with a marble floor. Saw from noble, but given the fact that we would stay there four hours now I had to discharge Flokati have preferred. The procedure of visa granting, therefore went as expected, ever, and like Murphy providing for such was my passport the last fourth of the 180-man tour group that has been stamped! Dream start!
Pick 2: heat! Is this country assessed as a "developing country", it is us in terms of "summer" clearly ahead! It was plump, about 34 degrees, and the Lorenz burned also very nice so that the sunglasses had to complete my outfit unkuttiges. At these temperatures all the march came from the presidential palace along the Caspian Sea oil slick to the old town, and was the hero of Berlin at the feet of the Virgin tower without young women about the way heavy. Thus, it was my turn after a short absorption of this World Heritage Fountain Square along with its restaurants, supermarkets and some eye shadow looks, where one could appraise the promenading bakubanischen wonderful beauty, but also with some nice and less nice locals got to talk. It was noticeable during the several hours sitin first, the bad English, but the knowledge of many Asserbaidschaner passable German, but also the meticulous cleanliness in the City. Spotted plates were scrubbed from floor cleaners ubiquitous as wild, and so many Pöbelei heard the smoker who dropped his cigarette to the ground from reflex (such as the Gerdi has actually survived without penalties?).
Pick 3: hygiene! The toilet was in the stadium with all due respect for the worst I have ever seen and smelled (including Brunni's thunder box). Even before the bathroom door I caught a smell that made me gag several times. Worth mentioning in a positive sense, the supply situation 
in the stadium: it is used in a "normal" Stadium in a UEFA game virtually impossible for a sip of alcohol or a glass bottle, so you could do in the Baku arena behind the grandstand something for the youth sports help Asserbaidschan by small boy in biscuits, but was able to buy bottles of beer and other delicacies from abdominal stores. However, the boys were spotted by the many cops here, they were brutally bludgeoned out of the stadium or life. ACAB and so ...
Pick 4: water fight! The atmosphere in our block was really terrific. And it was so different than other grandiose away performances in the Bundesliga, for it was all the fans point out that this was a Spassssss tour. A bit similar to Munich on the last day when it comes to nothing more passes (containing only warmer ...). As drinks tons of small yogurt cup-like H2O drinks arrived in the block, a lavish, but quite nice to be made instead use this valuable resource had the effect. was also as a game ball the way in the atmosphere block, this was pritsche a manner of fan served to fan, a spectacle that the cops highest amusement (filmed some of it even with their mobile phones), and the ball boys Zornesröte face brought.
Pick 5: shipments! Driving in Baku is a bit like a sauna in the nude club: exciting, hot, tight, full and lots of horns. Traffic signs and traffic lights are more of a recommendation, but the common driver's just more anti-establishment. Right on, fuck the system! Typical of this mentality was the fact that we were allowed to smoke on the bus, and 
following funny moment: a passenger who was sitting on the floor nebendem bus driver admitted that his cigarette butts so that they should promote him through the window. The bus driver (we call him times Otto) engegen took the stump to drop it and quit. If I had even known before, I would pee in front of the bus not yet gone but would have let it run. Remarkable that our pilot took a flight back to the rough locomotion. Every time I aufwchte during the return flight, I thought we crash. We did ultimately, with a beautiful Schneddereteng on the runway of the Cologne-Bonn airport. Survived!
Conclusion: first round of the (European) Cup has always been anti-social ... but unforgettable!
