This post and the next post is about things that I saw while studying in Italy and things that I did not expect to meet.
Wi-Fi Internet: In Bangkok, we usually used Wi-Fi internet at home. When I stepped into the dormitory on the first day, I was really surprised that there was no Wi-Fi internet available and I had to buy LAN line by myself (the LAN line price was 8 times expensive than in Thailand).
Internet Banking: Before going to Europe, I was a fan of internet banking because it was convenience and I hated waiting in a long queue. So, when I opened bank account in Italy, I also applied for internet banking. I knew that I might be confused with the Italian language and I had to be more careful. One day I withdrew money from the ATM machine. Then, I went back to my room and checked the amount in the website. I found that the amount was still the same like I did not withdraw money. I was afraid that there would be something wrong, so I went to the bank. I asked the officer and she told me that the data would be updated in the next day or two.
What ?!?! From my experience, usually the data would be updated immediately!
The elevator: “The elevator is shaking between 1st floor and 2nd floor. Using it on your own risk.” I saw this message at an elevator door when I was about to use it. I laughed and decided not to take risk. I think if something like this happens in Bangkok, it would become an issue in a social network site.
The shops closed in the afternoons: not only shops, but also banks and tax office. They closed 2-3 hours in the afternoons and closes on Sunday. During the first month, I had never remembered the opening time and I had to walk to the shops at least twice when I wanted to buy something.
English language: In Bolzano, people spoke Italian and German. To order pizza at the canteen, the seller also did not speak English and I always got help from friends. In the dormitory I used the hand-language to communicate with the housekeeper.
One day I went to the mobile shop because I wanted to top up my phone. I waited in a long queue and tried to communicate with the seller in English. But he did not try to speak with me; he said “Italian or German” only. Finally, I walked out from the shop and asked my friend to go with me on the next day. That was the worst experience for me. Well, maybe it was my fault; I should have learned Italian language.
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