Catching up
So, when I dropped out of the blogosphere it was just before Easter.
On Good Friday I took the train with David, the Spanish guy who also lives here, to a small village north of Berlin called Pinnow. That was around the time of the Afghan donor conference in Berlin and there had been some battles in Afghanistan between the new national army and some warlords. So we started talking about that. (Seymour Hersh wrote a good article for the New Yorker about this but I can't find it to link to.) As usual it escalated and we had a pretty loud discussion on the train.
A couple of stations before we were supposed to get out I realized I still hadn't written in the card I'd boughten for Elena, Wolfgang and Linda's younger daughter who was having her 18th birthday. David and I were asking a guy on the train about the grammatical correctness of what I wanted to write when the train stopped and we scrambled to get our stuff together and get out. About thirty seconds after the train pulled away we realized it was the wrong station.
There were three brick buildings at the station including the station which doubled as someone's house. The next train would come in about an hour and a half. Luckily David doesn't have the qualms I do about having a cell phone and he called Wolfgang to see if he could come and get us. We thought we were really close and it would only take a couple minutes. We were at least forty-five minutes away. So we waited for the train.
About thirty-five minutes later (don't ask me how it's possible) Laura, the older daughter, and Wolfgang pulled into the station in a car covered in mud. There was a road closed and they had found a service road through a state forest. We threw our bags into the car and, throwing up loads of mud and sliding through the corners on the forest road, we arrived in Pinnow ten minutes later.
On Good Friday I took the train with David, the Spanish guy who also lives here, to a small village north of Berlin called Pinnow. That was around the time of the Afghan donor conference in Berlin and there had been some battles in Afghanistan between the new national army and some warlords. So we started talking about that. (Seymour Hersh wrote a good article for the New Yorker about this but I can't find it to link to.) As usual it escalated and we had a pretty loud discussion on the train.
A couple of stations before we were supposed to get out I realized I still hadn't written in the card I'd boughten for Elena, Wolfgang and Linda's younger daughter who was having her 18th birthday. David and I were asking a guy on the train about the grammatical correctness of what I wanted to write when the train stopped and we scrambled to get our stuff together and get out. About thirty seconds after the train pulled away we realized it was the wrong station.
There were three brick buildings at the station including the station which doubled as someone's house. The next train would come in about an hour and a half. Luckily David doesn't have the qualms I do about having a cell phone and he called Wolfgang to see if he could come and get us. We thought we were really close and it would only take a couple minutes. We were at least forty-five minutes away. So we waited for the train.
About thirty-five minutes later (don't ask me how it's possible) Laura, the older daughter, and Wolfgang pulled into the station in a car covered in mud. There was a road closed and they had found a service road through a state forest. We threw our bags into the car and, throwing up loads of mud and sliding through the corners on the forest road, we arrived in Pinnow ten minutes later.
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