This is my little kitchen. I like it. It reminds me of the tiny kitchen I had at the coffee shop I used to own. The coffee maker is one I purchased at the Flohmarkt (flea market) and I bought a little bakofen (a Pillsbury Bakeoven!) at Hofer, the Austrian equivalent of Aldi. I can make cafe and kuchen for my friends! The stove works on a timer which I think is a good thing, judging by how much blue burned dinner smoke fills the hallway on a regular basis. Not my dinner of course. I'm a hardened professional. The timer can get inconvenient if you are cooking something which has to simmer for a long time since it maxes out at 15 minutes. But you can adjust!
A picture of my state issue wardrobe and IKEA furnished bed.
The view out my window... sort of. There is a large empty building across the street from me. In fact, there is a lot of empty real estate in this part of town. My studentenheim used to be "the Krankenkassa" which I think means it was a building of doctors' offices. It was something medical. All the Salzburgers know it. When they ask me where I live, I say "The old Krankenkassa" and they say "Oh! Faberstrasse!" I used to find this amazing until I woke up and realized that Salzburg, in spite of its world renown, really is a very small place. Everyone knows everybody.
I brought the fuzzy lamb on the windowsill from home. I figured I couldn't bring my pets (I miss them!) so I brought something familiar and petlike along.
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