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morning had to get up early, dress up and go. Just last night had finished what I would put my life in a suitcase loaded with 20 kilos of clothes, computers and memories, that if it was a light luggage for such a long journey. At the airport, only a handful of my best friends and my family would be there. I particularly remember as Lucy and Juliana joined forces to give me that hat, my head only comes when I have little hair, how those used in the fifties that I had always wanted to use.
After a few jokes and a few stories the time they leave everything behind for a new beginning had come. Lots of hugs and tears and promises for the future in general, all the traditional rituals of farewell. In the end, I could not keep my promise not to look back just before going to immigration, however, that caused less pain than I expected. On the way to the boarding gate further complicate my account when the police decided to register my suitcase and finally I get to the boarding gate just before people started to board the plane. Two hours later
was landing at the airport in Caracas, which would have to cross from side to side to find my connection. In the waiting room of a German known that I finished a year of volunteering in Honduras, had spent a couple of months in Caracas and then returned to Munster. Before boarding would be intercepted by a rude member of the National Guard who, despite seeing in my documents that I was simply reiterating connecting their questions about my stay in Caracas nonexistent. Once on the plane, the next 16 hours would be enlivened by a conversation about politics, with Germany had just met, accompanied by good beer and wine at the end. End reconcile her sleep and I do not.
After landing in Frankfurt, Svenja (name for Germany) helped me out of the international bridge and deal with the German immigration authorities. Then again have promises to keep in touch, calling, etc. Needless to say that these promises were never fulfilled.
After saying goodbye to my traveling companion came the first major setback. The person who is supposed to pick me up at the airport was not in any place or answer the phone. After several attempts, and after asking if he was in Germany (duh!) told me that another friend of hers come on the same day at the same airport, so I have to wait a couple of hours. In the end, the flight would be delayed friend about five hours due to an emergency landing in Lisbon and I would totally tired and sleepless wait a total of 6 hours at the airport. How curious, after a long wait we decided to go without the person who was on the plane delayed.
After touring the three hours separating Frankfurt, Karlsruhe, my reception would be a dish with kassler sauerkraut served with a delicious beer Zapfl Tanen. My hosts had struggled to give me a very welcome Germany. The next three days would be holidays and fun bike rides, free ice cream, more Tanen Zapfl, but mostly very little sleep since my schedule was completely undone by then.
The fourth day should begin to defend himself. Should I take the train to Frankfurt and then to Dresden. Unfortunately I lost my connection in Frankfurt generating a one-hour delay that would cause many problems when I arrived in Dresden. In the end, the second train would be much more comfortable than the first. He made a sunny day with this beautiful light that the sun occurs during the days of October. A beautiful view of the German landscape was guaranteed. Also, I was very excited about my first trip on a train, but fatigue final would prove to be stronger and I had to sleep more than half of the trip.
to my arrival in Dresden should move fast if I wanted to get my room in time. Sadly, the time delay prevented him from reclaiming my room forcing me to spend a couple of nights in a hostel. Armed with an address and a map that did not help much I had to find the happy hostel loading my bags on the street, wearing my winter jacket in an afternoon, but not hot, which did not need a winter coat, why not I could put it anywhere else. Once I found the hostel, I went to put my suitcase in the room, down, write an email in the most expensive internet I've used in my life and then quietly take me a beer and then sleep to forget how awful it were the first three hours in Dresden.
This is what I remember of the first five days in Germany. Try to make a souvenir to commemorate the two years that I've been here. Many things have changed since then, but that's a story for another entry.
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