Sunday morning 13 October 2007
RE: The Hamburg Ballroom
Hello Dirk Jan
There were lots of druids at the heavy metal club last night who handed in the blankets and pieces of animal fur to the cloakroom and asked the bartender to refil their drink horns (which looked suspiciously shiny enough to be made from plastic).
I think my photo is going to be on the internet again. Thankfully there is no stripper in it this time, just a guy who wanted to know if we can have fun tonight because you are not there and his girlfriend is out of town. Mmmm!!
Later I got a slightly better offer from a 23 year old druid. He told me he would give me anything I want if I agree to be the one he loves. He then pestered me about it for 2 hours and no exaggeration. I thought about telling him my age to scare him away, but then I though he would say that what does age matter to love. I thought about telling him about you, but he would probaby have offered to kill you, because you can't possibly love me more than he
can.
After the club I bought breakfast at the fish market and a big basket of fruit and watched the boats coming.
On the way to the hostel, I kept stopping to eat some of my fruit, hoping that would make it lighter because it was so heavy. I was just imagining a guy coming along and offering to carry my fruit, and then running away with it. Then a guy came along and offered to carry it, but he did not run away with it.
Mel
Sunday evening 13 October 2007
RE: How often does something like this happen?
Hello Dirk Jan
This morning I there was a German guy in his 60s who seemed to be everywhere I was constantly. He was making comments like ''you must be from Ireland because you are wearing green socks'' and asking how long I have lived in Germany etc. I fell asleep a few times on chairs and he was always there before I went to sleep and after I woke up. I was thinking he fancies me when suddenly he said ''Is your mothers name Sheila?''. When I
said yes he said, ''I heard Sheila had a baby'. When I saw you this morning I thought that is Sheila sitting over there. ''. He said, ''I knew your mother when she lived in Spain''.
My mother lived in Spain for a few years in the 60s before she moved back to Ireland and got married. This guy has never seen me or my father. He has photos in his attic of my mother when she was in Spain. He can't show them to me because he just left his wife (which is why he is staying at the hostel) and she is in the house where the photos are. I have this very weird feeling that decades of time have rolled away and I am my mother in the 60s.
He wants me to email him. It is going to be weird emailing this friend of my mothers from the 60s who has never seen me before today, when I am not in contact with my mother anymore.
Mel
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