Either I'm being administered drugs in my sleep or strange things have been happening to me this week in the 'Furt. Now, I'll admit that as a romantic given to hyperbole, I have a tendency to get swept into conspiracy theory. But even with that recognized tendency, I've been observing some very interesting movements and frequencies around me. I feel a little bit like Liz Lemon in the episode from season 1 of "30 Rock" when she thinks her Middle Eastern neighbors are terrorists and calls them in to homeland security. Turns out, the neighbors were making an audition tape for "The Amazing Race." Ha ha ha... but wait: There IS no "Amazing Race" in Germany. Hmmm.
1. Last Monday I was waiting for the subway at Hauptwache, a busy station in the center of the 'Furt. It was about 9 a.m. I see two men in suits snapping digital pictures of the empty train tracks. Now they were either curious engineers marveling at some German ingenuity and efficiency, or they were plotting...something big. The train came. Surprise, they didn't get on, choosing instead to exit the station. Suspicious?
2. On Wednesdays I have a break from 1 p.m. to 3 p.m. and I usually come home to check my email and make myself some eggs for lunch. For the past two weeks, my doorbell rings at 2 p.m. I don't answer it because I'm afraid it's the German officials who make you pay taxes if you have a TV. But there's a catch here: The doorbell rings once, and I swear to God I hear no footsteps (and remember are apartment is a creaky wooden pre-war thing).
3. This one is the worst. On Friday I was going to work at about 7:45 a.m. and as I was getting on the down escalator, two policemen get on with me and ask if I saw anything strange that morning. I asked them to repeat it again, just to make sure I was getting my German right, and they asked again. I said no, and then asked why. They just shrugged me off and walked quickly away from me on the platform.
If I don't post again, you can all assume it's because I'm otherwise disposed...
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3 comments:
Your life sounds like Jason Bourne's...
1.) You're too P.C. What race were these train-station photographers? Because of course you can tell if someone is a terrorist just by their ethnicity.
2.) You have eggs for lunch?
3.) For awhile, I woke up at 4:28 a.m. every day for a week. You can imagine all the directions my overactive little imagination ran with this strange pattern. Unforunately, nothing really came of it. I was forced to admit that I am not living in some sort of ghost movie and that no one is trying to tell me something from beyond the grave.
COME HOME NOW!!!
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