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im in paris now.
and funny story.
we took a night train because there werent any day trains, which was a story in itself since we slept in bunkbeds and they were all cramped and disgusting. and then we wake up and its fucking freazing because we went to the nice adrianic sea weather of venice to the cold rainy weather of paris, and we wait outside half a year for a taxi, and then our taxi driver tells us his life story, etc etc.
anyways we get to the house were staying at right now which is the house of one of my grandmas friends, and my grandmother was INSANE with worry. she had called everybody she knew trying to figure out where we were, from my dads restaurant to the fucking american embassy. seriously. she thought they could track out passports or something. and it never occured to her that she could call the train station and see what time trains from venice arrived, so instead she stayed up all night crying thinking we had been attacked, killed, our identities stolen and the thieves trecking back to turkey. (which is exactly how she put it)
so anyways she had to call everyone on her phonelist back to tell them we were alive, including the american embassy, (haha that still makes me laugh) and everything turned out okay.
but god thats exactly how my grandmother is shes such a psycho and worries herself sick over absolutely the dumbest things.
oh haha and.
so were on the undeground coming back from dinner and my grandma goes, 'oh by the way theres this stuttering black man living in the basement, and i told him he couldnt come up in the night to use the bathroom, but if he does and you see him, dont be alarmed.'
oh okay, thanks grandma.
and since she doesnt know his name, and none of us have ever seen him, i decided to call him alfie.
and funny story.
we took a night train because there werent any day trains, which was a story in itself since we slept in bunkbeds and they were all cramped and disgusting. and then we wake up and its fucking freazing because we went to the nice adrianic sea weather of venice to the cold rainy weather of paris, and we wait outside half a year for a taxi, and then our taxi driver tells us his life story, etc etc.
anyways we get to the house were staying at right now which is the house of one of my grandmas friends, and my grandmother was INSANE with worry. she had called everybody she knew trying to figure out where we were, from my dads restaurant to the fucking american embassy. seriously. she thought they could track out passports or something. and it never occured to her that she could call the train station and see what time trains from venice arrived, so instead she stayed up all night crying thinking we had been attacked, killed, our identities stolen and the thieves trecking back to turkey. (which is exactly how she put it)
so anyways she had to call everyone on her phonelist back to tell them we were alive, including the american embassy, (haha that still makes me laugh) and everything turned out okay.
but god thats exactly how my grandmother is shes such a psycho and worries herself sick over absolutely the dumbest things.
oh haha and.
so were on the undeground coming back from dinner and my grandma goes, 'oh by the way theres this stuttering black man living in the basement, and i told him he couldnt come up in the night to use the bathroom, but if he does and you see him, dont be alarmed.'
oh okay, thanks grandma.
and since she doesnt know his name, and none of us have ever seen him, i decided to call him alfie.