Rus Nerwich

I had attempted at all costs to maintain my anonymity, it had been carefully thought through, executed in the last moments between packing the remenants of my belongings, strewn all over the car that was driven from Alabarracin in Spain to Koln in Germany, where I would get my train to Hamburg, my next destination and consuming the goodness Lukas, Ondra and I had purchased on our way through Holland hours earlier. I had all but managed to make myself invisible, ready to blend in, purchase my ticket and go on my merry way.

I replaced my very loud almost offensive Cousto sequined jersey with a safe dark blue sweater and my red espadrills with a pair of white trainers, glasses off and hair tamed, I entered the Koln train station. I made swift progress, the mission clear, I arrive in the ticket purchasing office, lugging around my Peklach (belongings) is no easy task, the regularity with which I get lost in large public places no laughing matter, the two together, a circus without a theme, onwards. I enter the ticket office and stand in line. An extraordinarily organised and efficient operation, no noise, everyone doing just as they should, shhh , don’t mention the war! I wait quietly, ever so often nudging my goods a little forward and ever so often bumping the Rasta in front of me, who as I could make out was speaking about some large marijuana purchase, I think at one point he caught onto my eves dropping and tried to go all covert, he used the word “this is confitidential mun’ unless that’s how you say confidential if you overstand

Anyways, there’s me, not minding my business, when I think about how much id like to hear some tunes, excited to play my phone, which on this epic journey had a virginal experience of receiving some blue tooth from Ondras blue tooth. I discover my ipod headphones wont fit into my phone, yet another reason to get an Iphone and so I go about the torturous task of trying to untangle my too long and unco operative cell phone head phones, that had spent the last 30 hours getting entangled in my pocket. I insert the phones put them on my ears, and he says it “Fellows im ready to get up n do my thing? I wanna get into it ya know! can i count it off, 1,2,3,4 ga doof doof doof doof doof doof doof doof , Oops ive got the left phone in the right ear n vice versa, goto change, so I put the wire out for mission stereo, and James Brown, at full volume and in one fowl swipe of the funk sword, blows my cover! Get on up, get on up, stay on the scene, get on up, like a sex machine, get on up, get on up like a sex machine! Having had accumulatively 20 hours of sleep over the last six days, my response time was less than sportly, in fact, it took a moment or two to realise that the innovative device from which the sound was coming, was in my hand, I quickly figured out how to turn it off, more difficult than one would like, another reason to get an iPhone, 25 minutes and a chiken Snitzel sandwich later, I was on the train, happily typing away…

Peace

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