A Dirty City Called Frankfurt - Frankfurt, Germany
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We got to Frankfurt at midnight with five hours to kill until morning when we could hitch a ride to the rainbow gathering in Meiningen. We sat down to have a smoke, wishing we'd meet some locals to take us to coffee, beer, burgers, and milkshakes when a cute boy walked by and smiled. I smiled back. He walked over to us a minute later and in broken English explained to us he was waiting for a five a.m. train to his hometown 150 km away. We decided to look for a bar together. I liked the way he leaped over the hedges to ask two old bums drinking a beer where the nearest bar was. "Danka!" we cried out as we walked away, exercising our ability to pronounce at least one word in German right.
A few minutes later we stumbled upon a pizza place. Tiffany had been ranting regularly about pizza cravings during the last week and was thrilled. We sat down to beer and pizza and Sasha told us about the time he had gotten so stoned he cared about recycling. "My cell phone is too big," he said. He told us how raves are cool and gave me a techno cd. We explained our plan to hitchhike to Erfurt the next day. Sasha told us his friend was driving halfway there the next morning and could give us a ride. He would call in the morning and arrange everything. We couldn't believe our good luck.
I went to the bathroom, pausing to consider the idiosyncrasies of bathroom décor before returning to the table to be told we were leaving immediately. Sasha's friend had called and we were meeting him at the train station.
He rushed us out of the parlor and hurried us down the street toward the station. We stopped to give a bum some pizza, holding up deformed hands like proof. F#@k! Sasha said handing him two cigarettes and laughing nervously. He definitely had a nervous laugh, and I wasn't sure why we were in a hurry. When I paused to consider it, I wasn't sure why his sleeping friend who was miraculously heading our way was suddenly awake and at the train station waiting for us.
We were racing around the train station now, looking for an open door and Sasha seemed borderline frantic and really cheerful. As I started to suspect the safety of the situation, Sasha turned to me, "Are you okay?" he asked. "Yes," I replied hesitantly, now even more creeped out.
We had found an unlocked door and were scurrying across the parking lot. Tiffany and I fell back a few steps and I turned to her and tried briefly to explain my suspicions. As we reached the sidewalk, Sasha said, "Wait here," and ran over to one of the taxis parked across the street.
"HOT." I said, pointing to the couple making out in the middle of the street. Their embrace ended and they started to cross the street, hand in hand. The man turned around and said something to the man behind Tiffany. "English!" she cried out, before realizing they were not talking to us.
Sasha motioned from across the street, "Come on! Come on!" and we crossed the street to the taxi. An average guy in his early twenties got out of the taxi. He was on his cell phone. "Hi." He said, and jogged off down the street. Sasha got in the front seat of the taxi. "Get in!" he said.
Tiffany, now also hesitant, wanted to know where we were going. "My house," he said. Tiffany asked him, "Isn't your house 150 km away?" "It's on the way to Erfrt," he said. When we shook our heads, he said, "It's okay! I'll take you to Erfurt! Come on!" "No." I said, and shut the door to the cab. Sasha shrugged his shoulders and the cab drove away, and that's how we almost got kidnapped by a raver in a dirty city called Frankfurt.
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