ehh funny story.
I went to the zoo. Because I like animals.. and while looking at the
pink flamingos I see the Straßenbahn out of the corner of my eye.
Looking at my watch I say to myself “that’s my Straßenbahn!!!!”
And so like the silly girl I can be I book it, like i’m running away
from the damn polar bears. Making it just as the doors close I know for a
fact I sounded like a dying polar bear. How attractive right? Next, I
stomp to an open seat, give in to gravity and try to breathe like a
normal human being. And that’s when everything clicks into place. Not
the “Wow! I’m really here, in **Germany**”—but the “oh holy, oh my
goodness, I got on the wrong Straßenbahn!”
My simple line of inner questions and answers:
- Where am I? No clue.
- What direction am I going? No clue.
- Who looks like they can speak English? No clue.
- When was my Straßenbahn actually coming? No clue.
- Why did I get on the wrong Straßenbahn? No clue.
Since the answers to my questions weren’t so positive, panic and
paranoia sets it. I try to speak English to a 20 something year old,
nope no English. Hahalariously this old couple in another row motions me
to come over. They weren’t offering candy and I was a little desperate
so I went. Ten minutes later I’m at the main station waiting for good
old Straßenbahn S11. Thanks old couple for not being kidnappers and for
helping me get home!
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| This is the S11 which I take every day to go to language camp. S11..S11..S11..S11… |
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