I wake up…oh, so I’m cycling. No phone, no wallet, one glove left and I’m lost on a never ending road. Maybe I can cross that river. Nope, now my feet are wet through. Front break jammed on, I must have crashed my bike at some point in the blackness where the memories are supposed to be. Gunna be one of those mornings I guess.
My reservation was no match for Lauren’s enthusiasm. Teamed with the mulled wine, beer and spirits the Jagermeister beat me. I remember talking to the police. They were asking me what I was doing knocking on doors in a building where I didn’t live, but my guess was as good as theirs…
“Sorry. I’m drunk”
Seemed to be a worthy excuse. Softer authority here, better training, or perhaps, two officers who have seen their fair share of drunken English people. How I managed to be there will probably always be a mystery. Before that though, we were dancing on ice. Tuesday night, a rave on a frozen canal.
She was much more beautiful than I remembered. Just being there last night was special. And I wasn’t wrong. I have found the city I feel I have always been searching for.
(Photo by Yana Wernicke, Neukoellner.net)
