Understanding

The fumes of the dead sheep in the trunk fill the car. A spanish fella is sitting on the back seat, his eyes focussed on greenish hills, ignoring what he hieved into the trunk and is now lying behind him. He doesn't speak. The driver is a small, stubby woman in her 40s and can put on a strong Cork accent. The Austrian girl is listening to the radio. It is blaring Pharell's "happy". The volume button broke around the same time the braun Toyota last got a MOT. Around 1995. Here in the outback o...

10 March 2014, 02:41 PM
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Running after rams

The usuall night with finding lambs, spraying them with iodine, putting them in a pen with their mother. Sleep until 8, porridge for breakfast. I really like it the way Diana makes it, well she makes a different one every day. She adds nuts, various fruits or berries, flavours it with cinamon or honey. That with a cup of tea and a slice of Irish bread. Yummie. Strength for the day. Nadia, her two year old Wilda and i went to get the singles (sheep awaiting one lamb) from the field, when we sa...

04 March 2014, 06:23 PM
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Good night

Get up at 3 in the morning to check on the sheep. They are all very content as you can see. Nothing to worry about. At 8:28 i hear Diana calling me. Right, why didn't the alarmclock ring at 8? Shit. Luckily i still have the clothes beside my bed from the night shift. 2 minutes later I'm rubbing my eyes with my rubber boots squeeking on my way to Nadia. Grab the sheep, hold her up, this lamb is stuck, i need to pull her out. Got ya. So instead of having breakfast I help deliver a lamb. I could...

01 March 2014, 08:45 PM
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Dead sheep picture

01 March 2014, 08:35 PM
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28 February 2014, 03:27 PM
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In my own world

Very soon now I won't be needing gloves for football anymore. My fingers are just turning into leathery lumps stuck to my rough palms. Pulling the bearded, hard strings tight for the electric fences, moving rusty gates and picking up lambs doesn't benefit skin smoothness at all. What a surprise. Above that I have an ugly, not deep, cut on one of the fingers, just annoys me. (Glad I had my tetanus shot before coming here). So as you can see, although I'm writing this with sheep muck in my hai...

27 February 2014, 04:16 PM
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Kermit

Walking in the muck with rubberboots is a lot of fun. The squishy sound every step makes, the splashing and knowing, i'll still have dry feet in the end. But i'm heading to a bit of a sad destination now. One of the lambs was born deformed. Nadia fears it could be the Schmallenberg-Virus, which would mean the vaccination of the mother didn't have any effect. The lamb's head resembles Kermit the frog. His mouth streches from one ear to the other. The jaw cannot close and he definitely cannot ...

26 February 2014, 09:30 AM
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Meet and Great - First Entry

Is this how it is to be Irish? I get on a random plane to Dublin and meet two people I know. Well, that's not totally true. The lads name I don't remember, only that i met him in Dingle last year when our team took part in the Paidi O Se tournament. That is where I am heading now. Dingle. Unfortunately the Munich Colmcilles had to cancel the trip this year, because we didn't have enough players for 15-aside matches. Since i'll be staying in Ireland for next two months anyway, i decided to tra...

25 February 2014, 06:25 PM
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Farm day 1 - Dead Sheep

When I arrived I was greated by three ramheads hanging on strings in the trees. It didn't bother me. I probably was too excited to finally get started that the whole scenario didn't effect me at all - rainy day, distant bleating of sheep, crows screaming, a grey donkey staring viciously at me, the whitish farmhouse abandoned and not a person near to hear possible cries for help. Now I have cattle poo underneath my fingernails, probably some in my face and hair. So far my light snowboard-gear...

24 February 2014, 07:11 PM
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Second Entry - On my way to Dingle

(This was written on a piece of paper on Friday, 21. Feb.) The rental car is new, but it smells like a pub just before opening. The cleansing agents couldn't gild the deeply embedded smell of beer in the car seats. A distant smokey must rounds up the interior fragrance. Later I discover that spilled coffee does the trick of air refreshing. Five hours and 17 rainshowers later I arrive in Dingle. Any Bavarian looking for snow come here. I can see some on the mountain top. Luckily I brought ...

24 February 2014, 06:48 PM
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Tired and hungry

As said earlier, Donnchadh had training today and since I don't get to see highclass football (or any decent level, sorry guys) in Germany, I went down to Killarney to watch the session in Fitzgerald stadium. They had a match first against second team. Cool to watch. I tried to observe and learn, but you can know all the tactic you want - you need to be agile as a squirrel and fit like a racinghorse.

23 February 2014, 07:44 PM
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Tired and top ten pickup lines

Ok, let's start with yesterday. Had a game with St. Anthonys from Reading/UK. All lovely girls from various towns in Ireland. Of course they know their stuff on the pitch. First half I'd say we were all a bit sleepy. Many of us had only spent a few hours in bed after partying at Paidi O Se pub. But the energy of a nutritious breakfast at McDonalds and something called sausage-sandwidge kicked in at half time, so we scored a few points. I'm just going to say we. Not having played in months my ...

23 February 2014, 06:47 PM
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