Please picture this if you will , two teenage boys organise to go to Hamburg for the weekend to meet friends. So, they decide to leave Thursday and as they live in different cities they decide to go to different airports. The first boy goes to Luton airport this boy also has a phone and knows where to go when he is in Hamburg. The second boy hasn't got a phone, his glasses, or much money (he doesn't generally but that is not the point.) and he also has no clue on where to go when he reaches Hamburg. Anyways they had arranged to meet at their friend’s house the second boy reassuring the first that he does know where to go ( I must enforce the point that the boy had absolutely no idea as last time he didn't really pay attention when he was walking around). Carrying on with the story the first boy arrived at 7:30 and went straight to their friends house. the second arrived at 9:10.
As I am the second boy i can only tell that story but i will say that i was the one lost in Hamburg.
As I am the second boy i can only tell that story but i will say that i was the one lost in Hamburg.
In the case of realising every minute that i couldn’t remember where to go or even what end of the train i should be on i went to the only two places i knew. I started with the Reeperbahn and though i would start with what the young people do so well and get drunk. You see at this point i was sure that my memory would kick in of the area and i would be at our friends house in no time so i thought you know i will walk there from the where i was. I will now fill you in a bit more with the characters of the story. The first boy is named Guy and our friend whose house we are staying at is so entitled Marit. We stayed at her house last time we were in Hamburg for the festival Dockville. To keep brief i stated walking to the area called St Pauli. This is vaguely the area where Marit lives.
By the time i manage to get to St Pauli station i am very drunk and in need of meeting my friends.
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