I fall flat at the first fence! Remembering that I had recently survived an aborted muggery my conscience (or fear-evasion) bade me pedal across town to the police station, where I suggested to the officers that I had "information". Unable to disguise their mirth, they questioned me in much the same manner as you would question an intelligent and talking frog: with a massive sense of wonder but with a supressed humour. The man in question had not robbed me, but had "looked like" he was about to. This was sounding strange to even me now, but afterwards I was glad I had gone. I managed to chat to a stranger! Trevan, who was at the Nick having not had enough money to pay his bill at the petrol station, had a "real reason" to be there. Damn those chubby coppers. I was too late for the museum, but resolved to go stranger hunting when I got back.
But on returning home opportunity knocked and Remi invited me to Les Copains, the french restaurant where he worked last year, and we had a nice Moroccan meal with Guillaume his friend and sat outside drinking wine from Bordeaux. It is more plush in West Berlin where we were. It was a lovely evening, and the restaurant paid for us, which was extremely generous of them. And my eyes were practically falling off, a full day of german learning and flat hunting had my head booked off to sleeping land before i had reached the zzz's.
Demain, dans le matin! I will make amends and meet my four stangers that i have left to meet. And what? Noone has any ideas for me to try? Well, I will think of something.
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