Has now been officially popped. Yes, it’s the first time that I borrowed a car from a perfect stranger. It was her first time, too. She had never lent her car to a perfect stranger. I wouldn’t say it was exciting. After all, most of the steps of the procedure are very usual. Getting in a situation where you don’t own a car and need one; I guess we’re all familiar with that one. Downloading an app for your cell phone, registering, paying via PayPal, or whatever else you prefer, driving the car at 100 mph – I guess that’s pretty much singular to the Germany experience – missing a few turns but still making it on time to return the car. Anyway, I think I also made a new friend. The experience of going through something for the first time together, that’s like a special Bond. Or I’m just delusional from sleep deprivation. Yeah, that’s probably it.
I studie(d) cultural anthropology after flunking physics. Most people I meet are intrigued by my inherent harmless weirdness, though it is often difficult to follow my train of thoughts, let alone jump onto it. I blog to entertain people with this weirdness, and possibly learn more about myself (My Mind is just one weird train station. 'Tis only an analogy. I am not particularly fond of trains)