Friday 19 November 2010
15 of November - Piss washed hair
I woke up from my bed and imidiately an unkown roomate gave me the rest of his pot in a folded magazine sheet. The day's starting off good!- I though to myself.
I thanked him and he left the room with his friend.
The room was quiet, and imitating it I silently dressed my long washed clothes and went downstairs with my backpack, going to the other paralel street through the infamous "Äbraxias" coffeshop and got in "Bob's youth hostel",demanding my included breakfast.One boiled egg, 2 loafs of white bread and 3 peanut butter small hotelish conteiners.I save the peanut butter for later and toast the bread and put it butter in it.I ask the guy for more bread and notice he`s brazilian.In portuguese, I ask him where are the private docks in amsterdam.He looked at the map, pondering what he would say next:"Here on this side there are none, but if you go behind the central station there is a free ferry and there are some docks to the east in the other side"- he said, scribbling a circle with his pen in the part of the map used for advertising."what are you going to do there?""trying to get a ride from a boat".."he that's cool, good luck man, you'll need it!".
He gave me the bread, I ate the 6 more pieces and I checked the internet there.The cool guy from Leiden said he was not at home now, but I could show up because his roomates were.I wrotte down his adress and directions on the blank part of the map and , Grabbing everything I had, I went to the back of the Central station and waited for a Boat.Silent water sounds from motor engines and seaguls filled the air while the ferry was arriving,the deck opening up and lots of people getting in , it was cool it was free, promoting the circulation of people between the two banks.When I arrived there, I asked a woman where were the majority of the boats docked here, and I said also I wanted to go to the UK.She said Amsterdam was not the best place for it, and wrotte in a papper "Hoek van Holland" and gave it to me, a port city near Rotterdam, very close to the southeast britishborder.In anyway, she indicated me the docks and I started going there.They were very far away, and I walked like 2 kilometers with the backpack only to see 2 small sad docks with no boats ready to sail.Only the soft splashing of the waveless river hitting the concrete docks was making noise.Depressed I went back, thinking this wouldn't be an easy task.At the middle of the way my back I couldn't carry anymnore weight so I rested down for a while near a bench by the river, seeing the bed of amsterdam and it's services's buildings and central station.The city looked pretty peaceful, and I zoomed in in front of me and there were some river black ducks hanging out.
There were not many boats in the river, and the majority were mostly local ferries and aid-ships crossing it.I started eating an apple, and once in a while I would spit a piece of it far away,like a canon,into to the river and watch the ducks fighting for it.I started watching them careully.When I would spit out small pieces of apple the nearest and fastest duck would get it and that was it, but if i spit a piece that wasnt small enough for them to eat in one bite, they would try to grab it and swim away from the others so that they could eat the piece in peace, but one duck stood out from the others,the alfa duck ( I called him Alfredo) he would chase the lucky duck and agressively peck him and he would get his piece, and if anybody tried to aproach him he would make an ugly grimace and quack aloud and the other ducks would flee.I enjoyed the scene when I spit out the rest and biggest piece of the apple:First there were major fights with the normal ducks, then they would run away, triyng to peck the piece and the piece would submerge for a moment, when they would peck it again other duck would have swam for it,grabbed it and runned away.But that ended when Alfredo came and bullied everybody, hoovering and running on water pecking his underducks ,taking off their feathers as a use-and-throwaway-souvenir."Quack, quack-quack-quack-Quack!-he was thinking, happily floating in the water enjoyng his meal.But when he saw a shadow covering him he turned back and a giat seagul was standing behind him, the white Mafia seagul wanted the payment.Now.It drily cried out and Alfredo quickly left the scene, the seagul just grabbed the piece and flew away with it, at ease.Hahaha, how much I laughed at Alfredo!Classic ending!
Now that I was more energetic I made the final walking and got on the boat in time, but after seeing other docks to the other side, I quickly rushed to escape from the boat and made it.Went to the other docks but they were the same, with the exeption of a lot of house boats,with mailboxes and everything, which were defenitely not sailing soon.I only saw 2 guys in the docks, but I was ashamed to ask them because they were talking uninteruptively, so I broke on through to the other side by boat, waiting first so the bicicles and motorcicles could get out first.
What would I do now?I decided to hitchhike to Leiden near the hitchhiking sign in Hallemerweg, a big street going out of the city.I slowly walked there, and I started to walk the big street and no sign of the sign.I was walking in the bycycle lane and some times a biciclys would yell to me this lane is only for bikes:''Wtf do they want me to do?There is no sidewalk here!".then i went to the left side of the street and followed a small dike till the road was out of town.Because I didnt saw the sign and was very exausted, I sat by trhe dike eating the rest of the white bread and chocolate butter I had bought.I throwed some pices of bread to the ducks.Here they were more peaceful then the river ducks, and there was a fast duck who got the piece amost everytime.But then a small seagul came and she was so fast even for the fast duck, he could not compete with the seagul flying and catching the piece in midair.Quack!
I turned left and went to a residencial neighbourhood with a lot of immigrants.The children were leaving the day care center, there was repair works on the road- a big people jam.Further I searched for cardboard but instead found a white styrofoam sheet and wrote" Leiden!" in it and went to Hallamerstasse again, when now at 5:30 there was a big slow jam in the street, the best for hitchhiking.I just walked for a minute down the jam and a woman said she could take me half of the way.When she was young she was an acrobat and travelled around the world.She dropped me at the end of the city, not halway, but thats ok, I hitchhike there and got a ride from a catholic priest, which said he was converted to cristianism in his youth hippie times when he had a bad expirience with LSD!He started thinking that if friendship and lovce could exist , god had to exist to create such deep emotional states.Hahaha!, that was a great story, and he was a great guy.Then he droped me off in his village and finally I got a ride from a morrocan family to Leiden.They dropped me of at a Portuguese bar, they said I could hangout with my mates, but I just went to the central station and read the directions to Tommy Quist's house.There wasn't anyone there so I wandered arround the town.I went to a coffe shop at the corner of the same long street and saw the menu and stayed there for a time ,just looking.Mmm, normal wee 7 euros a gram, special ones 8,50.Wow, I was impressed by the amount of people going there!There was like a glass wall between the customer and the emplyee like the one you see at services stations at three in the morning-The people would make a small line and I was amazed again by how fast were they served!with the right money already on their hands, they would order, take the stash and leave just like that.
"Vijf gram superskunk."
"Zes delen dan."
"Tien van Budha haze."
And that was it.3 guys served in one minuteFaster and more expensive then mcdonalds.This guys must make serious money!And they say the dutch don't smoke!Hahahahaha
I went back to house to try my luck but noone was there.But a second after his french roomate,Jordan, was arriving too.He brought me to his place on the 3rd floor and a student athmosfere hovered all around the place .There are more 3 people in the house-another french friend of Jordan , that now was helping him bringing the table from outside to the house, and a couple of friends, and Pete,a Hungarian guy(first i though he was turkish) and a german girl.They seemed to be enjoying one another with a conversation, so I didn't say much and Pete cooked pasta for us and I put Barbecue sauce that was on the table on it.We smoked some xixa after and we had a nice relaxed conversation conversation.Then the french guys had sucessefully brought back the table from outside, but now they had to do a bit of manual labor sisnce they had dismounted(destroyed) the table to bring it in.Jordan told me there was a big student party going on these day, and told me if I wanted to join them and I said yes.He went to get some pizzas with his friend.
When they arrived with the pizzas hee put his projector on beggining trembling with the most offennsivly disturbing movie -Brüno. accompained first with some redbull vodka glasses and then some, I mean, a lot of shared spliffs.At the end of the movie I was pretty well baked up, and I started seeing things diferently, a weird looking atmosphere in the house was building up before my eyes.
The Brüno movie was continuing after its end, with a french guy barechest naked in one side and another one with lady bent legs on the couch, I though I was in the midle of a gay house.The only girl there was by the window smoking and She was surronded by two guys, so I had to watch that circus going on.I didn't say anything.I smoked some more good shit.And then some more.By the time we were going to the party, I was having memory lapses and now I don't nremember half of the story.
The only things I remember is to be seriously fucked up, to arrive at the crouded club and feeling extremely sick, all those people in that restrained enviroment,I just looked at them numbly like i looked at an alien if I've seen it, weird strage people all pretending to be talking with one another in some strage language, for seconds I saw the guys I had came with,then the heat warming up,the sickness arrising evenmore till the point I had to throw up, I faintly asked the people for a bathroom/toilet but they didnt understand me, people blockading exits,I triyng to get everywhere and didnt get to nowhere,my sickess arrive to a boiling point and I couldnt hold it no more, the noise was excrutiating, people looking arround me,shit, I manage to jump 2 people to go to the bathroom, and when I arrived there, the toiled was ocupied.Shit.My vision was blurried,My body was instable, fainting , I just hugged the sink to wash the hands and just knocked on the toiled door sayng helplessly:"help....toilet...I wantugo...".I drank some water getting all wet and then I arrived to the final point, I had to throw up.There was only a comon urinal available with a sink below directing the water to holes.I just neeled myself and throwed up the pizza, the pasta, the apple, the bread, the chocolate all in once.Then I threw a bit more.I though I was ok already, and I washed my mouth and I got out of the bathroom saying "Fuck!".All the people where staring or laughinf at me, guys from the house were asking if I was ok, and in that moment I felt a huge urge to go to the close bathroom again, i runned there and nealed I shocked agains the urinol wall, letting it rest there and then I throwed up again, now a thicker paste, almost dough-like density went out from my mouth while I sufered every millisecond of it, and just next of my face was a dick happily peeing in the common urinal where my head was,and when he left and the automatinc cleaning sistem began.Tchhhhhhhhhstt.schhhhhhh.I couldnt move.I felt the dirty water all over my hair, and then I throwed up, with all the people seeing it yelling "Hooo!!" while gigling afterwards or making a shokcked face.I throwed up the last piece and went to the hand washing sink to drink and clean.Jordan ofered me a tissue and a ride home.I accepted it.I was dead-done and over that night.Me and my reputation in Leiden.Heheheheheee...
I woke up from my bed and imidiately an unkown roomate gave me the rest of his pot in a folded magazine sheet. The day's starting off good!- I though to myself.
I thanked him and he left the room with his friend.
The room was quiet, and imitating it I silently dressed my long washed clothes and went downstairs with my backpack, going to the other paralel street through the infamous "Äbraxias" coffeshop and got in "Bob's youth hostel",demanding my included breakfast.One boiled egg, 2 loafs of white bread and 3 peanut butter small hotelish conteiners.I save the peanut butter for later and toast the bread and put it butter in it.I ask the guy for more bread and notice he`s brazilian.In portuguese, I ask him where are the private docks in amsterdam.He looked at the map, pondering what he would say next:"Here on this side there are none, but if you go behind the central station there is a free ferry and there are some docks to the east in the other side"- he said, scribbling a circle with his pen in the part of the map used for advertising."what are you going to do there?""trying to get a ride from a boat".."he that's cool, good luck man, you'll need it!".
He gave me the bread, I ate the 6 more pieces and I checked the internet there.The cool guy from Leiden said he was not at home now, but I could show up because his roomates were.I wrotte down his adress and directions on the blank part of the map and , Grabbing everything I had, I went to the back of the Central station and waited for a Boat.Silent water sounds from motor engines and seaguls filled the air while the ferry was arriving,the deck opening up and lots of people getting in , it was cool it was free, promoting the circulation of people between the two banks.When I arrived there, I asked a woman where were the majority of the boats docked here, and I said also I wanted to go to the UK.She said Amsterdam was not the best place for it, and wrotte in a papper "Hoek van Holland" and gave it to me, a port city near Rotterdam, very close to the southeast britishborder.In anyway, she indicated me the docks and I started going there.They were very far away, and I walked like 2 kilometers with the backpack only to see 2 small sad docks with no boats ready to sail.Only the soft splashing of the waveless river hitting the concrete docks was making noise.Depressed I went back, thinking this wouldn't be an easy task.At the middle of the way my back I couldn't carry anymnore weight so I rested down for a while near a bench by the river, seeing the bed of amsterdam and it's services's buildings and central station.The city looked pretty peaceful, and I zoomed in in front of me and there were some river black ducks hanging out.
There were not many boats in the river, and the majority were mostly local ferries and aid-ships crossing it.I started eating an apple, and once in a while I would spit a piece of it far away,like a canon,into to the river and watch the ducks fighting for it.I started watching them careully.When I would spit out small pieces of apple the nearest and fastest duck would get it and that was it, but if i spit a piece that wasnt small enough for them to eat in one bite, they would try to grab it and swim away from the others so that they could eat the piece in peace, but one duck stood out from the others,the alfa duck ( I called him Alfredo) he would chase the lucky duck and agressively peck him and he would get his piece, and if anybody tried to aproach him he would make an ugly grimace and quack aloud and the other ducks would flee.I enjoyed the scene when I spit out the rest and biggest piece of the apple:First there were major fights with the normal ducks, then they would run away, triyng to peck the piece and the piece would submerge for a moment, when they would peck it again other duck would have swam for it,grabbed it and runned away.But that ended when Alfredo came and bullied everybody, hoovering and running on water pecking his underducks ,taking off their feathers as a use-and-throwaway-souvenir."Quack, quack-quack-quack-Quack!-he was thinking, happily floating in the water enjoyng his meal.But when he saw a shadow covering him he turned back and a giat seagul was standing behind him, the white Mafia seagul wanted the payment.Now.It drily cried out and Alfredo quickly left the scene, the seagul just grabbed the piece and flew away with it, at ease.Hahaha, how much I laughed at Alfredo!Classic ending!
Now that I was more energetic I made the final walking and got on the boat in time, but after seeing other docks to the other side, I quickly rushed to escape from the boat and made it.Went to the other docks but they were the same, with the exeption of a lot of house boats,with mailboxes and everything, which were defenitely not sailing soon.I only saw 2 guys in the docks, but I was ashamed to ask them because they were talking uninteruptively, so I broke on through to the other side by boat, waiting first so the bicicles and motorcicles could get out first.
What would I do now?I decided to hitchhike to Leiden near the hitchhiking sign in Hallemerweg, a big street going out of the city.I slowly walked there, and I started to walk the big street and no sign of the sign.I was walking in the bycycle lane and some times a biciclys would yell to me this lane is only for bikes:''Wtf do they want me to do?There is no sidewalk here!".then i went to the left side of the street and followed a small dike till the road was out of town.Because I didnt saw the sign and was very exausted, I sat by trhe dike eating the rest of the white bread and chocolate butter I had bought.I throwed some pices of bread to the ducks.Here they were more peaceful then the river ducks, and there was a fast duck who got the piece amost everytime.But then a small seagul came and she was so fast even for the fast duck, he could not compete with the seagul flying and catching the piece in midair.Quack!
I turned left and went to a residencial neighbourhood with a lot of immigrants.The children were leaving the day care center, there was repair works on the road- a big people jam.Further I searched for cardboard but instead found a white styrofoam sheet and wrote" Leiden!" in it and went to Hallamerstasse again, when now at 5:30 there was a big slow jam in the street, the best for hitchhiking.I just walked for a minute down the jam and a woman said she could take me half of the way.When she was young she was an acrobat and travelled around the world.She dropped me at the end of the city, not halway, but thats ok, I hitchhike there and got a ride from a catholic priest, which said he was converted to cristianism in his youth hippie times when he had a bad expirience with LSD!He started thinking that if friendship and lovce could exist , god had to exist to create such deep emotional states.Hahaha!, that was a great story, and he was a great guy.Then he droped me off in his village and finally I got a ride from a morrocan family to Leiden.They dropped me of at a Portuguese bar, they said I could hangout with my mates, but I just went to the central station and read the directions to Tommy Quist's house.There wasn't anyone there so I wandered arround the town.I went to a coffe shop at the corner of the same long street and saw the menu and stayed there for a time ,just looking.Mmm, normal wee 7 euros a gram, special ones 8,50.Wow, I was impressed by the amount of people going there!There was like a glass wall between the customer and the emplyee like the one you see at services stations at three in the morning-The people would make a small line and I was amazed again by how fast were they served!with the right money already on their hands, they would order, take the stash and leave just like that.
"Vijf gram superskunk."
"Zes delen dan."
"Tien van Budha haze."
And that was it.3 guys served in one minuteFaster and more expensive then mcdonalds.This guys must make serious money!And they say the dutch don't smoke!Hahahahaha
I went back to house to try my luck but noone was there.But a second after his french roomate,Jordan, was arriving too.He brought me to his place on the 3rd floor and a student athmosfere hovered all around the place .There are more 3 people in the house-another french friend of Jordan , that now was helping him bringing the table from outside to the house, and a couple of friends, and Pete,a Hungarian guy(first i though he was turkish) and a german girl.They seemed to be enjoying one another with a conversation, so I didn't say much and Pete cooked pasta for us and I put Barbecue sauce that was on the table on it.We smoked some xixa after and we had a nice relaxed conversation conversation.Then the french guys had sucessefully brought back the table from outside, but now they had to do a bit of manual labor sisnce they had dismounted(destroyed) the table to bring it in.Jordan told me there was a big student party going on these day, and told me if I wanted to join them and I said yes.He went to get some pizzas with his friend.
When they arrived with the pizzas hee put his projector on beggining trembling with the most offennsivly disturbing movie -Brüno. accompained first with some redbull vodka glasses and then some, I mean, a lot of shared spliffs.At the end of the movie I was pretty well baked up, and I started seeing things diferently, a weird looking atmosphere in the house was building up before my eyes.
The Brüno movie was continuing after its end, with a french guy barechest naked in one side and another one with lady bent legs on the couch, I though I was in the midle of a gay house.The only girl there was by the window smoking and She was surronded by two guys, so I had to watch that circus going on.I didn't say anything.I smoked some more good shit.And then some more.By the time we were going to the party, I was having memory lapses and now I don't nremember half of the story.
The only things I remember is to be seriously fucked up, to arrive at the crouded club and feeling extremely sick, all those people in that restrained enviroment,I just looked at them numbly like i looked at an alien if I've seen it, weird strage people all pretending to be talking with one another in some strage language, for seconds I saw the guys I had came with,then the heat warming up,the sickness arrising evenmore till the point I had to throw up, I faintly asked the people for a bathroom/toilet but they didnt understand me, people blockading exits,I triyng to get everywhere and didnt get to nowhere,my sickess arrive to a boiling point and I couldnt hold it no more, the noise was excrutiating, people looking arround me,shit, I manage to jump 2 people to go to the bathroom, and when I arrived there, the toiled was ocupied.Shit.My vision was blurried,My body was instable, fainting , I just hugged the sink to wash the hands and just knocked on the toiled door sayng helplessly:"help....toilet...I wantugo...".I drank some water getting all wet and then I arrived to the final point, I had to throw up.There was only a comon urinal available with a sink below directing the water to holes.I just neeled myself and throwed up the pizza, the pasta, the apple, the bread, the chocolate all in once.Then I threw a bit more.I though I was ok already, and I washed my mouth and I got out of the bathroom saying "Fuck!".All the people where staring or laughinf at me, guys from the house were asking if I was ok, and in that moment I felt a huge urge to go to the close bathroom again, i runned there and nealed I shocked agains the urinol wall, letting it rest there and then I throwed up again, now a thicker paste, almost dough-like density went out from my mouth while I sufered every millisecond of it, and just next of my face was a dick happily peeing in the common urinal where my head was,and when he left and the automatinc cleaning sistem began.Tchhhhhhhhhstt.schhhhhhh.I couldnt move.I felt the dirty water all over my hair, and then I throwed up, with all the people seeing it yelling "Hooo!!" while gigling afterwards or making a shokcked face.I throwed up the last piece and went to the hand washing sink to drink and clean.Jordan ofered me a tissue and a ride home.I accepted it.I was dead-done and over that night.Me and my reputation in Leiden.Heheheheheee...
Friday 5 November 2010
26 of October - The Strange Look in the Akward Room.
I left Helena´s litle house with it´s owner at seven and forty.Today was going to be a loong day, and I knew it, and I was preparing myself mentally for the long journey ahead.
I told Helena if she knew where was the police station, because it was my last day here in München and I had to retrieve my lost Id ticket.She told be there was a Lots&Found office just next to the place where we were going , and I didn´t worry no more.We went to a hip cafe owned by a strong ,modern italian man, who served us 2 lovely sandwiches which I tanked helena for offering me the breakfast, with vapor waves coming out of it, with tomato, melted chese and salami, beautifuly presented in a simple white porcelain plate with a risk of vinegar that looked like chocolate.Not that I didn´t care about how it looked, but with that tastethey could have served that on top of newspapper.Maybe I was a litle hungry because my last dinner yesterday was an apple, but that breakfast went down just thight.I was thinking I wouldn´t eat much in the rest of the day,cuz my food suplies had been depleted in my last travel to münchen, so I ate it like my last meal, just before going to the chair.
I told goodbye to Helena, which gave me her card If I need everything in München(I guess It´s lost by now), and went to the Lost and found Office, Perguntei a pessoas onde era e cheguei la ao office, onde eles disseram que nao tinham informacao sobre a minha carteira, e disseram para eu esquecer ir a policia porque seria como encontrar uma agulha no palheiro, cada esquadra tinha a sua reserva de perdidos e achados e havia milhares em München.
Apanhei o metro ate as saias da cidade.Nao sei porque mas estou sempre mais alerta para o pica quando estou sozinho.O pica nao apareceu e eu fui até uma rua enorme que dava entrada na auto estrada, e comecei a procura de cartão.Nao havia la caixote nenhum e tive de me dirigir a uma perpendicular residencial.tava com azar, os caixotes estavam todos com cadeados.andei uns 700 metros,a suar um pouco e a cansarme,com a mala ja a pesar e finalmente vi uns caixotes do lixo la ao fundo da rua.saquei um cartao longo e escrevi com letras bonitinhas "Rosenheim" .Voltei à estrada principal a pedir boleia à campeäo, à medida que andava na direccäo da auto-estrada, e ao fim da rua quando estava a chegar a estacão de servico uma carrinha apitou para mim e já tinha boleia.
O homem que a ia a conduzir saiu para lavar os vidros primeiro na area de servico e perguntou se eu queria alguma coisa para beber com a simples expressão "Drink?" com um forte sotaque turco,eu ri-me e disse que sim e ele sacou dois rebulles do frigorifico com a sua mão esquerda.Ele era turco,com barba-mosca e não falava ingles, por isso tivemos alguns problemas de comunicacão, mas comunicamos o importante sem problema.Abri o redbull e com o som "Tchhhk!" da abertura da lata o turco arrancou com a carrinha para rosenheim, a uns 100to e poucos kilometros a este de Munique.tivemos uma viagem sussegada na autoestrada, até ao momento que ele ouviu um seu colega no radio ,ficou com uma espressão seria na cara e disse: "polizei, trei kilometre!" and he turned to the national road exit beforehand to not get cought by the police control.We passed by some small german villages built arround churches with towers which were good sniper nests during secondworld war, I guessed.When we got out in one of those villages, 3 kilometers after I heard a loud Burst from below, the truck started moving sobbily and the driver had to make a quick stunt ,parking the truck on the right side of the road.
"Scheize!"he said,impotent.He got out of the truck and started making phonecall.I got out to see what had happened.The right front tyre of the truck was completely fucked up.I went back inside and opened the cover from the midle of the cabin and I found some drinks and some notes of 50 euros.I noticed the trust of the turkish truckdriver when he left me alone in his cabin.I could steal his money just like that, and he would not notice it.But I drew my book out of my backpack and started reading it.
He came in and said that help would come after an hour or so, and he gave me a tangerine to eat.
After 40 silent minutes he said help would only come in half an hour and that he would have to go back to Munich , he wouldn´t go to Rosenheim.I said it was ok, put my things on my back, said goodbye to him and went 50 meter further down the road thumbing,when a expensive jeep stopped in a short while and honked and I went there.
It was the first ride I had got from an "expensive" car driver, and I was a bit suspicious,because usually those drivers dont give rides,But after a"do you speak english?"noe."parla italiano?"no."habla espagnol?" and when he awnsered "sim", I knew that the guy was brazilian, and we started speaking Portuguese.The guy was very nice, he was a dark sknined emigrant living there for 8 years,He had a german wife and said that he didnt speak portuguese for quite a while, and words didnt come as fast as in the past.I said it was the same with me.We laughed.He asked me if I was hungry and if wanted to go to his place to eat something or take a shower, and I said yes.There was an awkward athmosphere sometimes in our talk, but I deduced it was because we didnt speak portugese for quite a while or that we were from two diferent portuguese speaking countries.Often the brazilian have a hard time understanding the Portugese.Jorginho, his name, lived in a village near there.The area was just pure, behind the german alps, with some snow showing here and there,tradicional houses, a big sunny day infecting all surfaces in a million diferent ways.
There was a castle in the vilage, a nice Schloss, and he told me that in the 19th century, a duchess had lost it in just one gambling night.That´s what centuries of incests and luxuries would lead up to.We crossed the village, because he lived 2 km from it.The mountain landscape was just amazing.There was a small snow frost covering the land, with a yellow golden forest with bald trees here and there,fuck, I wish I hadn´t lost my glasses in france so I could see it to the lowermost detail,I said to the man.He giggled and made a short "pfff".
He stoped the car in front of a gate and said we had arrived, and I could only see a nice church."You live here?"I said pointing to the church, incredulously. "Yes,yes, hehe.Thisi wasi a schooll churchi in former nazi taimes, you see dji pond theri was yused to collecte water from dji mountain so they could djrink it"he said with a brazilian accent, while the automatic gate opened.Waaaaw.I couldn´t believe that the guy lived there.we parked in front of the house and I stepped into the snow, and I could see now that the brasilian guy was pretty tall and well built.He opened the big old door of his house and I saw he didnt lock it and just let the key rested there.I felt better.he lifted the baby cat they had and We got to the second floor of the house with few but expensive ornaments and I said to him he lived quite well in this palace "Quite well bad"he replied"Itis cold in tgy winter and very isolayted from djy city".I wouldn´t mind living there.At ALL.Jorginho offered me a pizza, putting it in the oven to unfrost and bake.He went away from the kitchen and brought back an expensive french wine, his boots slowly hitting the dry old woden floor.I saw it wasn ncessary but he offered me a glass anyway and when it was a third full he filled it up again.We talked lightly and when I was started drinking my third glass of wine he asked me if I had any girlfriends.I said I had two, one in portugal and one abroad,I dint know why I had said that, because I had none, but I felt a lot confortable after that."Girlfriendjs or boyfriendjs?"he asked me with a twisted grin.I didnt feel confortable at all now...Was he impliyng I was gay or what?"Girlfriends.GIRLfriends!"I repeated myself, with a manly tone.After a silent awkward moment he said "Houuh, it would be a shamy if you didn´t have any girlyfriendjs" he said to me while playing with his wine and looking at me with his head down.I didn´t roger that.I drank a bit more and he quickly poured more into my fancy cup.The oven was humming monotony when he sudently said "You siee, I have a woman but I don´t care, for me both sexes are the same" In that moment I felt like a grenade had just blown up besides me.
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"I like men".
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I couldn´t think but I kept cool.Man, that guy wants to fuck me!It all made sense now. After he said" I don know how will you react now, because some people don´t react really well to this".
"no, for me it´s ok, We have to respect other people and their ways and beliefs.Homosexuality is a natural thing, people are born already with their sexuality defined."-I said truthfully and with confidence, but hiding a litle sense of unrestlessness inside.
"Haaa, okey.Have you ever tried it?"he said , with a hoping look on his face.
"No i didn´t......Actually I have tried it when I was litle, and I didn´t like it AT ALL"I said after thinking twice just to take out of his mind his erotic ideas.Shit.That guy wanted to FUCK ME.fuck me!And I was alone with him in his house, now a bit dizzy from the wine.I got a litle unconfortable and paranoid,and I started cheking for defence weapons everywhere, for if the alchool would went up to his brain and he decided to aproach me with more-than-friend intencions.Ok. knife on the top of the table, rolling pin in the drawer, Ho! two axes in a frame in the hallway!
Now that I was feeling more safe and less paranoid, I asked him if he didn´t mind if I drew him, he said ok because he had sometime in the afternoon after going back to the city to do some stuff, so we went to his livingroom, with lot´s of rococo furniture and expensive leopart oil paintings, big crystal chandeleers and a radiant light hitting half of our faces from outside, creating a nice contrast to draw.
I began drawing him in an A4 and we began talking.He was looking at me weird when I was drawing him, and he kept licking his lips.Sheee-it.I just wanted o finish that and go away, but somehow the wine gave me confort.He said the pizza was ready,he would go pick it up and because he had a narrow way to go through he almost rubbed his butt in my face.Wow!No-no.He brought me the pizza and he sat again, and I premeditating carefully swerved ,not to get hit in the face by his butt.When my wine was out he kept pouring more and I was thinking, fuck it,Haha, I´ll get drunk and forget about it, but then he kept pushing me and sayng "Hoouh, but you havy to try agaain to see if you like it!". I gulped the wine.He was testing me to see if the wine was enough for me to say yes.I kept awnsering him negatively.No can do.He got sadder again and he asked no more and then we talked kinda talked normally, and I could see he was just a lonely guy here in Germany, the germans had put him apart because him being black and emigrant, he talked with pratically nobody and his brazilian peers were the worse, when he was ilegal in the country they wanted to snitch him out to the police to fuck him up.Then he got married with his wife half by interest half by love, and he said in Brazil marriages were playfull, "brincadêra"-he said.
I finished eating my pizza and started to finish the drawing, sayng to him that his eyes looked quite sad always, almost as if he had a permanet tier in his eyes.He said peple werre always sayng that.I finished the drawing and he liked very much, although I though I could have done better.I finished my fourth glass of wine and finished the litle rest in the bottle.Let´s go?I said to him.He said Ok.On the way out he kindly asked if I wanted a chocolate to go on the trip, I said yes and he gave me one.When we wered driving to the service station, near the castle he said "HO, i´m so sorry, I forgot my wallet, we have to go back"-"No problem!"I said, with the wine laughing for me.When he went back, he searched in the back seat and found out that the wallet was there.He asked for forgiveness"No problem, happens to everybody!".
And then he rode me to the service station, and I shook his hand sayng it was nice to have met him, and I was being sincere.I think it was quite good experience, and I wont be so paranoid and with prejudices in my head next time I meet a bi or gay guy.
I was half drunk there, and realised I had to hurry for a ride before th sun goes to the other side of the planet.I had to piss, but they chrged 50 cent for a bathroom there.That´s Cowshit.I should have pissed in from of the bathroom so they could learn not to charge money for a portuguese to piss, but I went to the back of th building, watering the trees.
I started "Autoschtoping" as they say and an Austrian guy picked me up, kinda sinister, kinda nice , kinda old, kinda cool.He was 50 years old and he was coming back from holland.He said he could let me 90 kilometers from there in a big service station near the border.
when I arrived there I had still 1 hour till the sun goes down.
There weren´t many people there, so I started asking people for a ride.I got to a family and a sked a guy if he could pick me up.he noticed I had an accent and awnsered me in portuguese.He asked me in my born language if I had a drivers license there, I said no and he explained to me his situation:He was driving his truck with his romanian friends when the police seized his driver´s licence, and he couldn´t go any further.He asked me if I had a telephone so he could call his friends and I said sure.I standed there with them and the romanina man offered me cigarettes which I gently refused and then the romanian woman asked me "Coffe?" I said ok and she brought me a litle coffe whih she said was for 2 and a half euros.The portuguese guy ended his call sayng they only would come tomorrow, and asked me if he could call his mother.He was 10 minutes tryng to dial her number and then I helped him with the indicative, but she didn´t awnsered anyway.He was a simpatic emigrant and said if i didn´t get a lift I could sleep in their van.I thanked him.
It was getting dark and cold and I had to hitchhike.
I put my "kona"wollen hat and my thick black jacket turned upsidedown so it was white to improve my chances of getting a ride, went to the end of the complex .Where the biforked road would unite I was there, hithhikingt with the right tumb when cars coming from the right and vice versa, always clumsily reading a book while doing it.I didn´t read it at all.
Got dark and colder and didn´t like the situation.Somebody called and was his brother.I told him to hold on , I runned to macdonalds where he was but he had already hung up.I was with 3 cents on the celephone, but I said anyway for him to keep the telephone, if I get a ride I wold come to get it.
Got back to the spot, and after some frosty forthy minutes a guy stopped fter me!Hurray!!"Just one minute!I will run to get my phone back!"-I told the guy without knowing if weather he spoke english.I joyfully runned like a cheetah up the hil to catch my high tech resistless prey.I asked if his brother had called and he said now, I said I had a lift and We greeted eachother adn told good luck mutually.I runned even faster to the car,going cooler at the end when I saw they were still there.I put my stuff at the back of the car and off we went to Vienna.The guys were hungarian, were going to Budapest and didnt speak much of inglish.We were in the other side of Austria, we would need 3 and a half hours to get to wien.I was really exausted so I took a nap.When I woke up, i cleaned the drible line with the back of my hand, and took me a litle while to realize I was in Vienna ALreaDY!They droped me off at a macdonald´s in the outskirts of the town. Walked a bit and asked a policeman for the train, it was right in front.It was coming in 15 minutes and I had some time to chill out.I saw cnnabis posters and cannabis tea drinks from Swiss in a drinking vending machine , wtf?22 oclock.When I hoped in on the train,the center was further away then I though, it took 12 stops to get there.Jakob texted me sayng to get out in Karlsplaty and take the green line subway to Landstraße.And so I did.No one in the streets.
When I arrived to the station and climbed up the stairs, there he was , with arms on his sides, and made a look of surprise and waved his arms up like a marionete.Jakob was 6 foot tall college student that was studying in Wien as an Electrical Engeneer,and he talked exitedly and tremblingly about how he saw a portuguese guy needed shelter in Vienna group forum and how he had to return the hospitality that he had recieved in Portugal, so he said I could come there.He had recently moved to the city, he had lived in the countryside all his life.He seemed a bit geeky, but he was a cool kind of one, as I got to know him after.
We climbed his old building till the third floor.he said he payed a third of the rent others payed, because it belonged to his ancle and he had an old contract with the landlord because he couldn´t change it.He prepared me a nice english breakfast for dinner.we ate it vigurously while talking.I asked if he had any siblings, and he sadly said no, frowning he bent his head.I asked why his parents didn´t wasnt to have any more children and then he stopped hidding and told me:The day before today, on the national independence day of Austria, 26 of October, His litle sister of 16 was runned over by a train.His eyes were watered and nervously twitching as he spoke and he was raged when speaking about this and I could see he was still struggling with himself over the loss of her sister still.Shit.I had touched in a wound that hadn´t been healed.Wow I though,I don´t know what I would do if my litle-big brother died.He said that the train company wanted to state it has suicide and charge the family with huge amounts of money for the cleaninga and other bills, but they proved it otherwise, but still Jakob was very pissed off by the way the train company had proceded.He never took the train again .He said he felt a lot of rage if he did so, he only wanted to destroy the machine.An akward silence felt upon the room.He looked at me with sad, akward eyes and I didn´t know what to do.I slowly tryed to get the conversation litgher, and when I asked him about his travels he slowly began telling me his adventures. we talked till 2 in the morning about Portugal,he was very fascinated and had gone there twice, I was impressed h could understand so well the portuguese written language, he had studied latin had that was a major help.We talked about my trip, his girldfriend and his not-so-nice second trip to Portugal with her.
He showed me my room and I slept like a dead fly there.
I left Helena´s litle house with it´s owner at seven and forty.Today was going to be a loong day, and I knew it, and I was preparing myself mentally for the long journey ahead.
I told Helena if she knew where was the police station, because it was my last day here in München and I had to retrieve my lost Id ticket.She told be there was a Lots&Found office just next to the place where we were going , and I didn´t worry no more.We went to a hip cafe owned by a strong ,modern italian man, who served us 2 lovely sandwiches which I tanked helena for offering me the breakfast, with vapor waves coming out of it, with tomato, melted chese and salami, beautifuly presented in a simple white porcelain plate with a risk of vinegar that looked like chocolate.Not that I didn´t care about how it looked, but with that tastethey could have served that on top of newspapper.Maybe I was a litle hungry because my last dinner yesterday was an apple, but that breakfast went down just thight.I was thinking I wouldn´t eat much in the rest of the day,cuz my food suplies had been depleted in my last travel to münchen, so I ate it like my last meal, just before going to the chair.
I told goodbye to Helena, which gave me her card If I need everything in München(I guess It´s lost by now), and went to the Lost and found Office, Perguntei a pessoas onde era e cheguei la ao office, onde eles disseram que nao tinham informacao sobre a minha carteira, e disseram para eu esquecer ir a policia porque seria como encontrar uma agulha no palheiro, cada esquadra tinha a sua reserva de perdidos e achados e havia milhares em München.
Apanhei o metro ate as saias da cidade.Nao sei porque mas estou sempre mais alerta para o pica quando estou sozinho.O pica nao apareceu e eu fui até uma rua enorme que dava entrada na auto estrada, e comecei a procura de cartão.Nao havia la caixote nenhum e tive de me dirigir a uma perpendicular residencial.tava com azar, os caixotes estavam todos com cadeados.andei uns 700 metros,a suar um pouco e a cansarme,com a mala ja a pesar e finalmente vi uns caixotes do lixo la ao fundo da rua.saquei um cartao longo e escrevi com letras bonitinhas "Rosenheim" .Voltei à estrada principal a pedir boleia à campeäo, à medida que andava na direccäo da auto-estrada, e ao fim da rua quando estava a chegar a estacão de servico uma carrinha apitou para mim e já tinha boleia.
O homem que a ia a conduzir saiu para lavar os vidros primeiro na area de servico e perguntou se eu queria alguma coisa para beber com a simples expressão "Drink?" com um forte sotaque turco,eu ri-me e disse que sim e ele sacou dois rebulles do frigorifico com a sua mão esquerda.Ele era turco,com barba-mosca e não falava ingles, por isso tivemos alguns problemas de comunicacão, mas comunicamos o importante sem problema.Abri o redbull e com o som "Tchhhk!" da abertura da lata o turco arrancou com a carrinha para rosenheim, a uns 100to e poucos kilometros a este de Munique.tivemos uma viagem sussegada na autoestrada, até ao momento que ele ouviu um seu colega no radio ,ficou com uma espressão seria na cara e disse: "polizei, trei kilometre!" and he turned to the national road exit beforehand to not get cought by the police control.We passed by some small german villages built arround churches with towers which were good sniper nests during secondworld war, I guessed.When we got out in one of those villages, 3 kilometers after I heard a loud Burst from below, the truck started moving sobbily and the driver had to make a quick stunt ,parking the truck on the right side of the road.
"Scheize!"he said,impotent.He got out of the truck and started making phonecall.I got out to see what had happened.The right front tyre of the truck was completely fucked up.I went back inside and opened the cover from the midle of the cabin and I found some drinks and some notes of 50 euros.I noticed the trust of the turkish truckdriver when he left me alone in his cabin.I could steal his money just like that, and he would not notice it.But I drew my book out of my backpack and started reading it.
He came in and said that help would come after an hour or so, and he gave me a tangerine to eat.
After 40 silent minutes he said help would only come in half an hour and that he would have to go back to Munich , he wouldn´t go to Rosenheim.I said it was ok, put my things on my back, said goodbye to him and went 50 meter further down the road thumbing,when a expensive jeep stopped in a short while and honked and I went there.
It was the first ride I had got from an "expensive" car driver, and I was a bit suspicious,because usually those drivers dont give rides,But after a"do you speak english?"noe."parla italiano?"no."habla espagnol?" and when he awnsered "sim", I knew that the guy was brazilian, and we started speaking Portuguese.The guy was very nice, he was a dark sknined emigrant living there for 8 years,He had a german wife and said that he didnt speak portuguese for quite a while, and words didnt come as fast as in the past.I said it was the same with me.We laughed.He asked me if I was hungry and if wanted to go to his place to eat something or take a shower, and I said yes.There was an awkward athmosphere sometimes in our talk, but I deduced it was because we didnt speak portugese for quite a while or that we were from two diferent portuguese speaking countries.Often the brazilian have a hard time understanding the Portugese.Jorginho, his name, lived in a village near there.The area was just pure, behind the german alps, with some snow showing here and there,tradicional houses, a big sunny day infecting all surfaces in a million diferent ways.
There was a castle in the vilage, a nice Schloss, and he told me that in the 19th century, a duchess had lost it in just one gambling night.That´s what centuries of incests and luxuries would lead up to.We crossed the village, because he lived 2 km from it.The mountain landscape was just amazing.There was a small snow frost covering the land, with a yellow golden forest with bald trees here and there,fuck, I wish I hadn´t lost my glasses in france so I could see it to the lowermost detail,I said to the man.He giggled and made a short "pfff".
He stoped the car in front of a gate and said we had arrived, and I could only see a nice church."You live here?"I said pointing to the church, incredulously. "Yes,yes, hehe.Thisi wasi a schooll churchi in former nazi taimes, you see dji pond theri was yused to collecte water from dji mountain so they could djrink it"he said with a brazilian accent, while the automatic gate opened.Waaaaw.I couldn´t believe that the guy lived there.we parked in front of the house and I stepped into the snow, and I could see now that the brasilian guy was pretty tall and well built.He opened the big old door of his house and I saw he didnt lock it and just let the key rested there.I felt better.he lifted the baby cat they had and We got to the second floor of the house with few but expensive ornaments and I said to him he lived quite well in this palace "Quite well bad"he replied"Itis cold in tgy winter and very isolayted from djy city".I wouldn´t mind living there.At ALL.Jorginho offered me a pizza, putting it in the oven to unfrost and bake.He went away from the kitchen and brought back an expensive french wine, his boots slowly hitting the dry old woden floor.I saw it wasn ncessary but he offered me a glass anyway and when it was a third full he filled it up again.We talked lightly and when I was started drinking my third glass of wine he asked me if I had any girlfriends.I said I had two, one in portugal and one abroad,I dint know why I had said that, because I had none, but I felt a lot confortable after that."Girlfriendjs or boyfriendjs?"he asked me with a twisted grin.I didnt feel confortable at all now...Was he impliyng I was gay or what?"Girlfriends.GIRLfriends!"I repeated myself, with a manly tone.After a silent awkward moment he said "Houuh, it would be a shamy if you didn´t have any girlyfriendjs" he said to me while playing with his wine and looking at me with his head down.I didn´t roger that.I drank a bit more and he quickly poured more into my fancy cup.The oven was humming monotony when he sudently said "You siee, I have a woman but I don´t care, for me both sexes are the same" In that moment I felt like a grenade had just blown up besides me.
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"I like men".
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I couldn´t think but I kept cool.Man, that guy wants to fuck me!It all made sense now. After he said" I don know how will you react now, because some people don´t react really well to this".
"no, for me it´s ok, We have to respect other people and their ways and beliefs.Homosexuality is a natural thing, people are born already with their sexuality defined."-I said truthfully and with confidence, but hiding a litle sense of unrestlessness inside.
"Haaa, okey.Have you ever tried it?"he said , with a hoping look on his face.
"No i didn´t......Actually I have tried it when I was litle, and I didn´t like it AT ALL"I said after thinking twice just to take out of his mind his erotic ideas.Shit.That guy wanted to FUCK ME.fuck me!And I was alone with him in his house, now a bit dizzy from the wine.I got a litle unconfortable and paranoid,and I started cheking for defence weapons everywhere, for if the alchool would went up to his brain and he decided to aproach me with more-than-friend intencions.Ok. knife on the top of the table, rolling pin in the drawer, Ho! two axes in a frame in the hallway!
Now that I was feeling more safe and less paranoid, I asked him if he didn´t mind if I drew him, he said ok because he had sometime in the afternoon after going back to the city to do some stuff, so we went to his livingroom, with lot´s of rococo furniture and expensive leopart oil paintings, big crystal chandeleers and a radiant light hitting half of our faces from outside, creating a nice contrast to draw.
I began drawing him in an A4 and we began talking.He was looking at me weird when I was drawing him, and he kept licking his lips.Sheee-it.I just wanted o finish that and go away, but somehow the wine gave me confort.He said the pizza was ready,he would go pick it up and because he had a narrow way to go through he almost rubbed his butt in my face.Wow!No-no.He brought me the pizza and he sat again, and I premeditating carefully swerved ,not to get hit in the face by his butt.When my wine was out he kept pouring more and I was thinking, fuck it,Haha, I´ll get drunk and forget about it, but then he kept pushing me and sayng "Hoouh, but you havy to try agaain to see if you like it!". I gulped the wine.He was testing me to see if the wine was enough for me to say yes.I kept awnsering him negatively.No can do.He got sadder again and he asked no more and then we talked kinda talked normally, and I could see he was just a lonely guy here in Germany, the germans had put him apart because him being black and emigrant, he talked with pratically nobody and his brazilian peers were the worse, when he was ilegal in the country they wanted to snitch him out to the police to fuck him up.Then he got married with his wife half by interest half by love, and he said in Brazil marriages were playfull, "brincadêra"-he said.
I finished eating my pizza and started to finish the drawing, sayng to him that his eyes looked quite sad always, almost as if he had a permanet tier in his eyes.He said peple werre always sayng that.I finished the drawing and he liked very much, although I though I could have done better.I finished my fourth glass of wine and finished the litle rest in the bottle.Let´s go?I said to him.He said Ok.On the way out he kindly asked if I wanted a chocolate to go on the trip, I said yes and he gave me one.When we wered driving to the service station, near the castle he said "HO, i´m so sorry, I forgot my wallet, we have to go back"-"No problem!"I said, with the wine laughing for me.When he went back, he searched in the back seat and found out that the wallet was there.He asked for forgiveness"No problem, happens to everybody!".
And then he rode me to the service station, and I shook his hand sayng it was nice to have met him, and I was being sincere.I think it was quite good experience, and I wont be so paranoid and with prejudices in my head next time I meet a bi or gay guy.
I was half drunk there, and realised I had to hurry for a ride before th sun goes to the other side of the planet.I had to piss, but they chrged 50 cent for a bathroom there.That´s Cowshit.I should have pissed in from of the bathroom so they could learn not to charge money for a portuguese to piss, but I went to the back of th building, watering the trees.
I started "Autoschtoping" as they say and an Austrian guy picked me up, kinda sinister, kinda nice , kinda old, kinda cool.He was 50 years old and he was coming back from holland.He said he could let me 90 kilometers from there in a big service station near the border.
when I arrived there I had still 1 hour till the sun goes down.
There weren´t many people there, so I started asking people for a ride.I got to a family and a sked a guy if he could pick me up.he noticed I had an accent and awnsered me in portuguese.He asked me in my born language if I had a drivers license there, I said no and he explained to me his situation:He was driving his truck with his romanian friends when the police seized his driver´s licence, and he couldn´t go any further.He asked me if I had a telephone so he could call his friends and I said sure.I standed there with them and the romanina man offered me cigarettes which I gently refused and then the romanian woman asked me "Coffe?" I said ok and she brought me a litle coffe whih she said was for 2 and a half euros.The portuguese guy ended his call sayng they only would come tomorrow, and asked me if he could call his mother.He was 10 minutes tryng to dial her number and then I helped him with the indicative, but she didn´t awnsered anyway.He was a simpatic emigrant and said if i didn´t get a lift I could sleep in their van.I thanked him.
It was getting dark and cold and I had to hitchhike.
I put my "kona"wollen hat and my thick black jacket turned upsidedown so it was white to improve my chances of getting a ride, went to the end of the complex .Where the biforked road would unite I was there, hithhikingt with the right tumb when cars coming from the right and vice versa, always clumsily reading a book while doing it.I didn´t read it at all.
Got dark and colder and didn´t like the situation.Somebody called and was his brother.I told him to hold on , I runned to macdonalds where he was but he had already hung up.I was with 3 cents on the celephone, but I said anyway for him to keep the telephone, if I get a ride I wold come to get it.
Got back to the spot, and after some frosty forthy minutes a guy stopped fter me!Hurray!!"Just one minute!I will run to get my phone back!"-I told the guy without knowing if weather he spoke english.I joyfully runned like a cheetah up the hil to catch my high tech resistless prey.I asked if his brother had called and he said now, I said I had a lift and We greeted eachother adn told good luck mutually.I runned even faster to the car,going cooler at the end when I saw they were still there.I put my stuff at the back of the car and off we went to Vienna.The guys were hungarian, were going to Budapest and didnt speak much of inglish.We were in the other side of Austria, we would need 3 and a half hours to get to wien.I was really exausted so I took a nap.When I woke up, i cleaned the drible line with the back of my hand, and took me a litle while to realize I was in Vienna ALreaDY!They droped me off at a macdonald´s in the outskirts of the town. Walked a bit and asked a policeman for the train, it was right in front.It was coming in 15 minutes and I had some time to chill out.I saw cnnabis posters and cannabis tea drinks from Swiss in a drinking vending machine , wtf?22 oclock.When I hoped in on the train,the center was further away then I though, it took 12 stops to get there.Jakob texted me sayng to get out in Karlsplaty and take the green line subway to Landstraße.And so I did.No one in the streets.
When I arrived to the station and climbed up the stairs, there he was , with arms on his sides, and made a look of surprise and waved his arms up like a marionete.Jakob was 6 foot tall college student that was studying in Wien as an Electrical Engeneer,and he talked exitedly and tremblingly about how he saw a portuguese guy needed shelter in Vienna group forum and how he had to return the hospitality that he had recieved in Portugal, so he said I could come there.He had recently moved to the city, he had lived in the countryside all his life.He seemed a bit geeky, but he was a cool kind of one, as I got to know him after.
We climbed his old building till the third floor.he said he payed a third of the rent others payed, because it belonged to his ancle and he had an old contract with the landlord because he couldn´t change it.He prepared me a nice english breakfast for dinner.we ate it vigurously while talking.I asked if he had any siblings, and he sadly said no, frowning he bent his head.I asked why his parents didn´t wasnt to have any more children and then he stopped hidding and told me:The day before today, on the national independence day of Austria, 26 of October, His litle sister of 16 was runned over by a train.His eyes were watered and nervously twitching as he spoke and he was raged when speaking about this and I could see he was still struggling with himself over the loss of her sister still.Shit.I had touched in a wound that hadn´t been healed.Wow I though,I don´t know what I would do if my litle-big brother died.He said that the train company wanted to state it has suicide and charge the family with huge amounts of money for the cleaninga and other bills, but they proved it otherwise, but still Jakob was very pissed off by the way the train company had proceded.He never took the train again .He said he felt a lot of rage if he did so, he only wanted to destroy the machine.An akward silence felt upon the room.He looked at me with sad, akward eyes and I didn´t know what to do.I slowly tryed to get the conversation litgher, and when I asked him about his travels he slowly began telling me his adventures. we talked till 2 in the morning about Portugal,he was very fascinated and had gone there twice, I was impressed h could understand so well the portuguese written language, he had studied latin had that was a major help.We talked about my trip, his girldfriend and his not-so-nice second trip to Portugal with her.
He showed me my room and I slept like a dead fly there.
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