Lost in Germany
Fourteenth of July, 2013. I’m on a train to Berlin. I don’t know what stop to get off at, or how to get to Zegg. I am nervous about that, and about working it out before the last train. I think the main station in Berlin is hopevarhoff or something like that. It’s already 10:37 here, 9:37 England time.
I’m not sure how I feel about it. I felt quite excited as the plane was landing, but I am unsure of whether that tingling electricity sensation is a classically conditioned response.
At this moment, I do not know if my boyfriend, Mauricio, and I, are going to make it. I don’t know if i am going to be able really enjoy the holiday that i have so needed after all this travelling.
I really need to relax.
At least I am not in England anymore. That place began to bother me. There are just so many people.
Update: despite being lost on the train system, unable to speak German, no one had heard of "Bad Belzig", and finding that 'Berlin' is not a train station, I managed to get the 12:20am train to Bad Belzig.
I’m not sure how I feel about it. I felt quite excited as the plane was landing, but I am unsure of whether that tingling electricity sensation is a classically conditioned response.
At this moment, I do not know if my boyfriend, Mauricio, and I, are going to make it. I don’t know if i am going to be able really enjoy the holiday that i have so needed after all this travelling.
I really need to relax.
At least I am not in England anymore. That place began to bother me. There are just so many people.
Update: despite being lost on the train system, unable to speak German, no one had heard of "Bad Belzig", and finding that 'Berlin' is not a train station, I managed to get the 12:20am train to Bad Belzig.