I'm a simple emigrant and I don't attach any special significance to my birthday

Therefore I didn’t plan much of anything, but often without plans everything falls into place for the better. The first birthday not in my hometown, consequently there are no friends, and really no company. I didn’t even know what to bring to work or whether anything was needed? Unfortunately (or perhaps fortunately) you can’t just walk into any supermarket here and buy a couple of cakes there — they simply aren’t there. Sladushka on the territory of Germany still doesn’t work either. In the end, at lunch I bought a “party box” of donuts, dragged them to the office. Of course, everyone was happy, and that’s the main thing. Also from the morning in the work chat I posted a call to go to a bar after work, and you know who was the first to respond? The German half of the office. By four o’clock the girls had put the wine in the fridge, at five we’d drink it, and at 18:00 everyone was ready to go drink. In most local bars there are small tables, because there’s only alcohol on them; nobody here eats. What I like most is that here they also pay in rounds. If your beer runs out, you go to fetch yourself one and immediately for everyone who has a little left. Then someone else buys for everyone, and so on. In general, we sat in one bar, and then went to another, I don’t know why, especially since it was right across the street. Now a couple of days to rest, and from Friday to Sunday dive into a second go, after all, turning 25 is a respectable age :) And in the photo is my gift, giving Amazon gift cards — that’s a tradition. #work