"The step reveals whether a person already on its course. But if his goal is close to the dance." -Friedrich Nietzsche
What this title is now? Does he find it funny or what? Primitive!
"Hardly once serious and interesting, it must immediately take everything into ridicule," think ye?
wrong, you philistines!
This fourth part is seen as a dramatic retarding element, even delaying the High points mentioned. Shortly before the resolution comes, the happy ending to the movie or, for typical tragedies, disillusioned, once all the cards are reshuffled. Obs finally a Royal Flush or just a bad beat *, we see well only at the next time
why not even read and wait rather directly on the following entry? Sure, why not? ! You can also put a hole drilled into the knee and see if yogurt comes out **
We talk about the last time ended with the actual start of my strain, namely, the central bus station in Sao Paulo, Terminal Tiete.
Just so my Gefuehlslage: anxious, nervous, uncertain and somewhat intimidated by the uncertain what awaited me directly. In other words: Just as one feels in front of his very first date. Just that no one expected me here and nothing I wanted. Except maybe my valuables.
After I got out my suitcase and I had let pass, I went directly from the external bus stops in the lion's den, where I received a rather sleepy Getummel from slow umherschlurfenden travelers. I had no idea where I would fetch more information and even if demand for the driver of my bus trip was only a very general, clue mumbled in response. Accordingly, I allowed myself to simply enter the stream of people und dachte nicht weiter nach. So muessen sich wohl BILD-Leser fuehlen!
Es war 8:45, als ich das erste Mal hoch auf eine der allgegenwaertigen Uhren schaute, die wie unerreichbare Gottheiten ueber die Passanten zu herrschen schienen und mit ihren Zeigern als Zepter vorgaben, wie viel Zeit den Sterblichen gewaehrt wuerde.
Zeitdruck? Der war gluecklicherweise nicht gegeben. Denn immerhin hatte man mir viel Spielraum gelassen. Mein Flug wuerde um kurz nach 12 gehen. Mittags? Nein, post-mitternacht natuerlich! Alles andere waere ja Ponyhof.
Wie dem auch sei, ich war morgens noch recht froh, um diese Terminplanung, da ich mir sicher war, mehrere Stunden bis zum Erreichen des Flughafens zu benoetigen.
Nachdem I had several tens of minutes to drift, I was already much calmer. I was not murdered and even had all the worldly possessions in my custody, with whom I had also arrived. The fear of fear is always the worst. Because if you fight once started, then are worrying about the present and not the future. So, as almost every animal reasonably holds for millions of years. Only the man started at some point with the crazy projects, directly covering the life and so to spiritualize one's existence rather than to enjoy it.
Since only food stalls on the ground floor and departures and stops were to be found, I went along with my 30kg suitcase finally to the first Floor.
After a short escalator ride I saw a vast battlefield of Spielhoellen, more snacks, waiting rooms and how it could be otherwise, ticket counters, lots of it. My first response was, however, jump to banheiro because I had the whole trip not only acceptable toilet can be found. Not an easy move, because unfortunately it was one of those Drehkreuzklos, for which I not only violent cough had two real, but where I was forced to heave my heavy equipment to travel over the barrier.
After I had the microbe Resort disembarked, we went to the ticket counter. Although only one spoke Portuguese, but luckily I had noticed the name of the airport, Garulhos, what things much easier. After naming the price I was just a big sham and hoped for the good in people, especially when the sales girl before me.
After successful purchase we went downhill again. Do not worry, I'm just back to the ground floor.
There I found quite quickly the corresponding pier and planted myself on one of the many seats. After nearly 40-minute waiting time and gained knowledge that almost all were black people around me and I therefore the white sheep, came the shuttle to the airport.
Just before it went off hit me but suddenly, a completely new idea into a brain that had not even occurred to me before.
HOW DO I REALLY BACK AGAIN?
Good question, because Sao Paulo is bigger on the 30 bus stations. On my Rueckreiseticket was nothing further details. The only information I had then received the purchase was, "Do you see this picture of the red bus there will look similar to your bus then in return if nothing changes?.."
This type of information handling, among other things the reason why Paraguay has been no space program, and probably soon make one either on its feet. To operate
still some damage limitation, I asked the bus driver is still fast, as this would mean for Terminal here. Back came a mumbled response I initially as hawking interpreted. Ask again, as occurred in the same statement, I realized that my Portuguese was still very useless anyway. "Tiete" is pronounced something like namely tschiáetschie . As he said also in a whole sentence, which was almost too much. He then showed me a card and then threw but clear.
came after another 30 minutes we then Garulhos on and I felt for a long time for the first time properly in civilization. Business people in suits, which have to catch their flight, chrome baths, English signs and scraps of words and simple these positive hectic atmosphere that I like it so airports. For there you always have the feeling that one soon to travel goes, can have new experiences or finally comes home.
why I had no problems with the 15 hours of temporary residence. First, I went
to McDonald's and took me there the week Burger, whose name I unfortunately omitted. The taste was memorable, however, designed well and came with a serving of creme fraiche, which I in Europe or the U.S. could never enjoy a burger. I say designed, because he obviously was as natural as Cher. In addition, this helped me buy it, the value of me to assess foreign currency a little better. So if I pay for a Fast Food Snack 4 real, then this 0.5 liter water bottle for 6 real clear usury and those half a pizza for 2 Reales a bargain. This is a nice little trick over was that I come across that way. Viva la Kaufkraftparitaet! was also me so aware that I would go at 5 every 10 minutes just real briefly in the internet cafe. As I raised my money on better for burgers.
The day went pretty unspectacular. I ate, read about it and I wondered how I had got used to my English. Somehow I did not want to speak English, making me the service staff of the airlines but constantly urgency.
checked out around 23:00 I have a right then and 70 minutes later left the airport on time and went on to the land of unlimited possibilities. The 7.5-hours Flight went fairly quickly because I really just slept, but fortunately always woke up in time to the meals and snacks.
Miami, the city of my dreams. I played briefly with the idea as it would be to leave the airport of my stops just to me to take a room and spend then the rest of the day at the beach and the night in Coconut Grove, the hip party-quarters of youth, and then my friend to ask me just to visit in Florida. Even if they would agree, perhaps, my host family would be more likely to be sad.
But I was able to miss this opportunity? You live only once ... finally
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* Bad Beat, also known as "Anna Kournikova" hand in poker, which looks strong, but still loses.
** quote George Himmer, philosopher (1950-present) is seated
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