Re: Friday.
Ever had a day where, when you looked back, you wonder whether you actually took place during the events that came to pass? A day where the catchphrase was “Today Has Been Completely Mad” and no one was actually smiling when they said it? 22.02.02 was one of those days.
First things first: I simply must apologise to Sarah if she thought her brother had disappeared from the face of the earth after reading my blogs that day (the fact the blogs were accurate at time of, er, blogging, does not help). Michael did not disappear from the face of the earth.
He just made it so no one could find him.
Thursday night (and most of Friday morning for that matter) was Giulia’s going away party, if you recall, and most of the guys didn’t leave till the first U-Bahn in the morning, which is about 05.00 something. That is approx. the same time Mike arrived at the Flughafen. J-Dawg/Blue Mike/Mike Hoening said Michael reached Studentenstadt at about 07.00 (it is somewhat difficult for us now there are two Mikes from Chicago. Again. So, for the sake of our collective cerebral well-being, I’ll refer to Mike Stone as Michael and Mike H. as J-Dawg).
He disappeared at about 10.00, supposedly to Erich’s bungalow to catch forty winks. Erich said they guy never appeared. At to this mess Marco going to lab anyway without any reasonable amount of sleep, me waking up at the time most of them were trying to find a mattress (which, thanks for asking, meant I had only four hours myself, and yes, I hate my internal alarm with no snooze button) and realising my apartment-mate Matthias and his cousin Tobias were heading to Stusta for a day of dreamy, digital downloads. Without me. A minor detail of no one there actually knowing them should probably be mentioned here.
We were simply just glad and grateful that at about 21.00 everyone had found everyone and we ended up in Tribühne for a familiar and comforting repast of Wiener Schnitzel mit Pommes frites.
Amen and enough of that, I say.



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