Sunday, February 1, 2009

Sms To Tell Someone That I Have New Baby

I'm not coming anymore, I'm in Chicago


The lyrics Clueso rose to his lips, I on Friday morning from the S-Bahn in Stuttgart and dragged my suitcase, my backpack and my giant bag to the airport. Somehow I could not even grasp right now it finally went off.
The first flight took me from Stuttgart to Frankfurt, which was quickly check the right gate I found quickly (always good then aufzuhaben his glasses) and hey presto I was sitting in a Boeing 737 and we took off.
Prima, I thought, if everything goes well in Frankfurt EASZ, things become so much fun. Und wie immer, wenn man sowas auch nur denkt, dann laeuft garantiert irgendwas schief. In Frankfurt musste ich meine Bordkarte bei US Airways abholen und machte mit dem ersten Beamten der Homeland Security Bekanntschaft. Wohin ich reisen wuerde, fragte er. nach Chicago natuerlich. Nein, Sie reisen nach Philadelphia, dann nach Chicago. Das stand weder auf meinem Flugplan noch sonstwo auf meinen Unterlagen. Ich schrieb sofort meiner kleinen Schwester eine SMS, dass sie meiner grossen Schwester Jasmin BEscheid geben sollte, dass ich ueber Philly fliege und sie das beachten soll. Die SMS kam nie an. Und das sollte Folgen haben.
Dann kamen die Sicherheitschecks. Am Anfang lief alles. Aber dann haben sie meine Handtasche in die Finger gekriegt und haben anscheinend einen begruendeten Had suspected that I transport explosives and have brought me into a room, my stuff all examined as to the dog and brought me undergo a Kreuzverhoer. The result was, as expected, negative, was positive for me and I could finally get back into my flight to Philly and off we went. I shared with a young British a row of four and we were first jubilant that we had so much space available. The launch was also pretty quiet. The flight verlieg overall total quiet, spectacular were the following things. wanted
There was so much and so different kinds of juice as you like. Have the time eventually divided into orange juice units, the flight lasted 4 water, 7 glasses of orange juice and 2 tea.
One of the flight attendants had a Shawn the Sheep hand puppet and she would not go away talk to a self, but you had to keep talking with the silly sheep, if you wanted something and sometimes they came over and the sheep has range nestled on one side and asked if everything is okay. I probably looked particularly kuschelbeduerftig, because the sheep was 5 times to me, the Briton has made it through ignorance, the sheep upset, but I was too polite and have always been to talk briefly with the sheep, at least it was not me it fend off.
The landing was also quiet and now I had to connect face to face with the Homeland Security Officer opposite.
you are great. They are intimidating. They carry weapons and they speak with gruff tone. I put on my friendliest smile and was determined to vote in the Officer with my eyelashes mild. If only Bißle difficult when the flight and the night before could not sleep and looks like a zombie.
He was big and he was intimidating. But he had me wrap said that, I was still a totally brave girl to travel alone and wished me a great time in the U.S.. I was relieved. Then I had to
umchecken my luggage to bring through customs and then we went to Chicago. The flight was also very quiet and I tried to sleep, which I could not still. Beside me sat this time a nice Indian, the time spent slightly view held Bikinimaedchen on his laptop, so I heard music and then we were there.
And now it was exciting. Jasmin had received the SMS, she knew, from which gate in the terminal where I arrived?
you did not know it. No one was there when I came out, so I bought my first bags and waited. And waited. At some point I called about my phone to Timothy and asked him where was Jasmine. He said they have been waiting 4 hours in the airport and now sat on the bus home.
shit, I thought. Giant shit.
now I had not slept almost 24 hours and who knows me knows that I will not insist am able, kind of asking for directions. After I had asked four Police Officers, whether Can you help me and I would have liked geworffen on the floor and cried, I bought a ticket, sat in the car and drove off. In itself a simple process. But I would have my mate Jutta not given $ 15 for souvenirs, I would have had a single dollar. (Your stone has helped:))
The track was dirty and stank. People saw mostly nausea. Approximately of Frankfurt. Then I had to change the bus. The city was deserted, only now and then a few youth gangs and confused old people, I was already pretty. I've been waiting 10 minutes on the bus, the time passed by four police cars. Meanwhile, there was 22 clock and sat on the bus only black. Super Cute natural. But Black only. And all looked like gangsters, misleading, or otherwise suspicious. I again placed my irresistible smile and finally sat on the bus. An hour to the south of Chicago. My sister lives with her husband in a neighborhood where only blacks reside. In the evening you should go around any more. ANd also take bus no. Well somehow I had to go home.
And then I was there. Finally.
Everyone was relieved that I had done it without being shot. There was pasta and then I fell comatose in a long, deep sleep ...

This evening I read how the first trip was how similar we are but our sisters and how much I've fallen already in this country.

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