The last day of 2010 dawned, the right moment to thank you for a varied year, which threatened to be rarely boring. Especially for last night's rousing farewell performance by my side (I assume others are also invited to respond even more thanks) or a double "thumbs up" and "business as usual".
After I had convinced me to take a train wisely, which is only available in Stuttgart and the risk of delay is therefore more manageable (at least to classics such as "late transfer from abroad," excluded be), I have traveled in high spirits and eager expectations to the station. In recent days, has always played a fun platform roulette, because you yourself once changed her mind, from where the little train would run for. Did not any fun, even the desperate staff on the tracks not on the questions like "where does the train because from now?" increasingly hysterical responded with clear statements such as "how do I know this because I'm running here, even back and forth?". Yes, shared sorrow is half sorrow, and it's already a good feeling that we all - in the same boat - would-be travelers and staff.
But today: the train is shown, through consistent schedule, passenger information, commonly known as "web oracle", and scoreboard. That I would actually have to arouse suspicion. I stand on the platform, waiting for deployment. Fuppes! - A completely different train is in store! Murmur in the crowd, the railway officials ducks. Five minutes later the announcement: the provision of my train is late by an estimated 5 minutes. As displayed on the display but already 10 minutes ... I'm just in me, for 10 minutes here disposable load a flexible term and are not always 600 seconds. Courageously, I entere the train unexpectedly emerged, a slightly delayed (45 minutes) ICE to somewhere, no matter in Mannheim I will continue to come out somehow. On the train I'm sitting at least warm and dry and have enough time to study the folding plan extensively and noted that I do not really get any further in Mannheim, because local train is only for people who are much harder (and patience) than I am. My originally-planned train is now 40 minutes late, which has boosted the good while on the road from the siding to provide - I will never know. In Mannheim
is still patiently waiting around a ICE that I could at least get to the Frankfurt train station, but there, at least from where should I somehow get home to civilization! Needless to say that I have an appointment with my friends, about the year in a cozy Pubs to let fade away. Their consolation (if you like call it that) had already overtaken me in advance, we all know what ... You can always rely on my tardy appearance in any case.
The next leg falls into the category "Livestock", but I can at least to let me fall gently to the ground, even when the angle of my knees a point of concern and the position is anything but comfortable. But as I can at least move up again just when in fact some madman would pass. I am in a funny series of young people: two physiotherapists on the way to a training and a man with a clear Dutch accent, as comes across an aspiring physician. After a short time a lively discussion is under way: the two women connect courageously much an alternative treatment methods, and what I here and now about Reiki, meridians, acupuncture, and generally learn about TCM, will win Guan amazed a lot when I told him in May on my new findings. I just sit there and listen, and instead join the discussion, I find it much more exciting to listen to the doctor, as he takes the orthodox medical views on iris diagnosis and kinesiology quite clearly. No question, the three have to say some things and are likely to Amsterdam have a lot of fun together.
right next to me fighting on the ground a young mother with her baby, already hoarse from lautstarkten effort to move the kids to "Mali Mali". No, the little Brooklyn - drop a name that felt in the next 30 minutes 100 times - obviously not in the mood, rumzuschmieren on any of these labels but is more so "Tobi Tobi" and "Nervi Nervi" in mind. In between your cell phone rings, the granny of the boy at the other end. Mom said the lady clearly annoyed when they expected their happy brood may in Dusseldorf in my arms and then I'll bring you your wayward grandson! " Sounds like a threat, and the fine irony that lies in her testimony to deprive him of the lady obviously completely.
By and large, with I do not totally unhappy with my surroundings, the half hour is finally stood fast, because I notice a fellow traveler who I met and am always in Mainz. On getting in, I noticed a woman, whose well-groomed appearance is not entirely consistent with their breathtaking performance. Since she has entered the train, she accosted around on the obscene and can be part of their plans have their environment, who they all want to "cut in the face." Your patience and fellow traveler is probably already used to, at least he smiles fine. He probably is on drugs. I had a couple of times eye contact with the woman and I think I would be a little closer, I would bring my little cheeky sometimes mouth the most beautiful sluts-fight. Not that I have anything against it, eventually would be training day today and I was always a bit lazy lately.
Well, my fellow commuters standing next to her and suffer patiently but without violence. Admirable. Each journey is funny even to the end and we finally burst together on the platform of the Frankfurt airport. Meanwhile, I have taken contact with the colleagues, who is in possession of a valuable treasure: a road map! We rush through the airport maze, just in time to reach even the train to Mainz. Take almost disappointed We change places, and free us from over the last great adventure, that this country through organized for us adrenaline junkies has prepared: Travelling with German Railways.
Thank You!
Oh, the train that I wanted to take originally came, quite at the same time then the S-Bahn at the station. Wrong decision? No - how much human contact, I should enjoy that!
