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Hi! My name is German. I am half Argentine, half German (and yes, my name is German). I’ve been traveling for the last three years around the world (except Antarctica, a bit too cold for me), but I still have a lot of places to see. At the moment I’m stopping in the UK in Edinburgh.
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Traveling
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Anecdote I:The girl on the bus
“I was leaving Nelson, New Zealand on a bus to Queenstown; from There I’d then fly to Bali, Denpasar. It was supposed to be a normal, twelve-hour trip. When I got on the bus, my seat was in the first row with an impeccable view of the front. I always like to travel with a window seat, but unfortunately this time I had the aisle, next to a robust man who was taking up part of my seat. It wasn’t the best way to start a trip, but I couldn’t blame him.”
Anecdote II: Just another night
“I began to talk to her in my basic, strongly-accented English while memorizing the details of her face. I always do that. Up-close, I liked her features even more. Communication was difficult. She told me she was German and had the accent to confirm it. I noticed an acceleration in her speech, as if she were a bit nervous. She was also struggling to understand what I was saying. Her dominion of the English language humiliated mine.”
Anecdote III: Chance
“I walked for several minutes with the sole purpose of sleeping – or so it was, until I heard the shout of my name, which disoriented me. Out-of-place and surprised, I turned off the music in my ears and turned to see who this person was who had said my favorite word.”
Anecdote IV: The perfect date
“It was in the city of Singapore. I was somewhat drunk on a sofa while observing her face after we had kissed. Was she really lovely, or was I really wasted? I thought as I kept looking at her, my vision already obscured by alcohol. Her features began to become more clear… Yes! She was beautiful. “I want to see you again,” I told her. She took my face in her two hands, and after kissing me, answered: “I’d like to see you again, too.”
Anecdote V: Continuing my trip
“For three months, we had been living together in Nakhon Sawan, a city lost in the heart of Thailand. As the end of our time together neared, there were nights I observed her sitting pensive and silent, her eyes damp and fixed on some distant point. One night, while she was reclining by my side, embracing me, she asked:
When was the last time you cried?”
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