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Home sweet home?
May. 27th, 2010 11:28 amAfter two very stressful days, I'm back in Italy.
Monday: I realised my stuff didn't fit in my suitcase and hand luggage and had to buy another duffel bag for the extra stuff. Too bad it was Pfingstmontag and shops were closed. I ended up going to the Hauptbahnhof hoping the shops there would be open; some were, but the only one that sold duffel bags was the Hertha BSC shop, so now I have a duffel bag with Berlin's skyline printed on the sides.
Tuesday: we arrived at the airport quite early and, while we were waiting for our check in to open, my father almost collapsed. I asked if there was a doctor and was told there wasn't. No doctor in an airport?! WTF!? Anyway, the guy I talked to called an ambulance and, even if my dad was feeling a bit better by then, they said it would be better if he went to the hospital. So I had to change our tickets (we could never make it on time for our flight) and find a place for our luggage, then I got in the ambulance with my mum and we drove to the hospital. There I had to fill in some documents and translate everything the nurse said, plus explain what had happened and describe my father's general health conditions (he suffers from high blood pressure and has heart problems, so it's normal if the ECG results aren't regular) and what kind of medicines he takes. And then say it all over again when the doctor arrived. All that in German, of course.
I didn't even have time to realise I was actually leaving Berlin until we were taking off around 10:00 PM. I couldn't stop the tears when I saw the city lights from the plane window, but I was sitting between my parents, so I just closed my eyes and pretended to be tired.
I'm just happy everything turned out well and I didn't panic and was able to talk German the whole time.
A more frivolous entry about my last week in Berlin, including football, later or tomorrow.
Monday: I realised my stuff didn't fit in my suitcase and hand luggage and had to buy another duffel bag for the extra stuff. Too bad it was Pfingstmontag and shops were closed. I ended up going to the Hauptbahnhof hoping the shops there would be open; some were, but the only one that sold duffel bags was the Hertha BSC shop, so now I have a duffel bag with Berlin's skyline printed on the sides.
Tuesday: we arrived at the airport quite early and, while we were waiting for our check in to open, my father almost collapsed. I asked if there was a doctor and was told there wasn't. No doctor in an airport?! WTF!? Anyway, the guy I talked to called an ambulance and, even if my dad was feeling a bit better by then, they said it would be better if he went to the hospital. So I had to change our tickets (we could never make it on time for our flight) and find a place for our luggage, then I got in the ambulance with my mum and we drove to the hospital. There I had to fill in some documents and translate everything the nurse said, plus explain what had happened and describe my father's general health conditions (he suffers from high blood pressure and has heart problems, so it's normal if the ECG results aren't regular) and what kind of medicines he takes. And then say it all over again when the doctor arrived. All that in German, of course.
I didn't even have time to realise I was actually leaving Berlin until we were taking off around 10:00 PM. I couldn't stop the tears when I saw the city lights from the plane window, but I was sitting between my parents, so I just closed my eyes and pretended to be tired.
I'm just happy everything turned out well and I didn't panic and was able to talk German the whole time.
A more frivolous entry about my last week in Berlin, including football, later or tomorrow.
