Ali was 28, was a turk living in Stutgard.
The intertesting thing about him was his occupation, he was an ambulanceman (never knew they called them that)
I picked him up at the station. He was the tallest man there. Even more prominent was his nose. The biggest I had ever seen. It was kind of his identity and fit oddly perfectly on his face, he wouldn't be Ali without the nose.
He got me a home made chocolate cake. It was the best I had ever tasted, probably because the wonderful woman who made it added that special ingredient of 'love'.
I don't think I came up to even half his height. I had to look up everytime I said something.
I took him to a nice pizza place and we got home, chatted a while and got to bed.
We talked of how pillows were different all over the world.
I had had a crazy time the previous night, there in one of my random posts.
He woke me up the next morning, He wanted to ride a vespa!
We went to the rentals and did 'doubles' on a white vespa, going around the city.
The helmet I had to wear was so heavy and made me look like an alien. Ali kept hitting my helmet and I almost fell on my head, yes, THAT heavy, like my helmet was a GPS that detected something on the ground and was instantly attracted towards it...beep beep beep...knock...bang!
We had breakfast and a gelato. I tried the coconut flavour. Just reconfirmed the fact that I would never like the coconut and chocolate combination. EVER.
We looked like we were in an advertisement for some reason. Riding around the city, zig zagging through the traffic, jumping signals, going anti-one ways, and avoiding the police at the corners, which ironically took us longer to reach our destination. We even took a picture of our refelction in a mirror at a signal, showing the peace sign.
We went to a red bull fulgtag event where people had to build flying machines and jump off a cliff into a lake, trying to fly them. It was funny. Some of them fell right into the water and the others flew, well floated I should say like an inch before they crashed into the water.
The fliers had themes for their teams. One even had a harry potter theme. We took pictures with some of the famous men to take flight.Wonderfully retro! Reminded me of Duck Tales for some reason.
I got back early. Ali came in a few hours later all briused as he had crashed the vespa.
I didn't really understand what had happened at first.The irony of an ambulanceman getting into an accident.
I gave him some warm milk. He wanted it with honey. He wanted his mommy. He was 28. He had a theory that a mother should sense when their child is in pain and immediately contact them, no matter how far apart they were. His mother was in Turkey.
We shared a drink which was a temporary cure to numb his pain.
He told me how Germans had invented kebabs and played the 'Gorillaz' for me.
He left the next day.
He left me the sign board he had crashed into, it was a big blue one with a white arrow sign. He hung it in my room.
He left me some home made strawberry jam, his previous couch surfer had given him.
I haven't tasted it yet. Looking forward to have it with toast for breakfast tomorrow.
He gave me a coin from Copenhagen at the doorway. It look beautiful and he told me it was worth 40 cents.
The intertesting thing about him was his occupation, he was an ambulanceman (never knew they called them that)
I picked him up at the station. He was the tallest man there. Even more prominent was his nose. The biggest I had ever seen. It was kind of his identity and fit oddly perfectly on his face, he wouldn't be Ali without the nose.
He got me a home made chocolate cake. It was the best I had ever tasted, probably because the wonderful woman who made it added that special ingredient of 'love'.
I don't think I came up to even half his height. I had to look up everytime I said something.
I took him to a nice pizza place and we got home, chatted a while and got to bed.
We talked of how pillows were different all over the world.
I had had a crazy time the previous night, there in one of my random posts.
He woke me up the next morning, He wanted to ride a vespa!
We went to the rentals and did 'doubles' on a white vespa, going around the city.
The helmet I had to wear was so heavy and made me look like an alien. Ali kept hitting my helmet and I almost fell on my head, yes, THAT heavy, like my helmet was a GPS that detected something on the ground and was instantly attracted towards it...beep beep beep...knock...bang!
We had breakfast and a gelato. I tried the coconut flavour. Just reconfirmed the fact that I would never like the coconut and chocolate combination. EVER.
We looked like we were in an advertisement for some reason. Riding around the city, zig zagging through the traffic, jumping signals, going anti-one ways, and avoiding the police at the corners, which ironically took us longer to reach our destination. We even took a picture of our refelction in a mirror at a signal, showing the peace sign.
We went to a red bull fulgtag event where people had to build flying machines and jump off a cliff into a lake, trying to fly them. It was funny. Some of them fell right into the water and the others flew, well floated I should say like an inch before they crashed into the water.
The fliers had themes for their teams. One even had a harry potter theme. We took pictures with some of the famous men to take flight.Wonderfully retro! Reminded me of Duck Tales for some reason.
I got back early. Ali came in a few hours later all briused as he had crashed the vespa.
I didn't really understand what had happened at first.The irony of an ambulanceman getting into an accident.
I gave him some warm milk. He wanted it with honey. He wanted his mommy. He was 28. He had a theory that a mother should sense when their child is in pain and immediately contact them, no matter how far apart they were. His mother was in Turkey.
We shared a drink which was a temporary cure to numb his pain.
He told me how Germans had invented kebabs and played the 'Gorillaz' for me.
He left the next day.
He left me the sign board he had crashed into, it was a big blue one with a white arrow sign. He hung it in my room.
He left me some home made strawberry jam, his previous couch surfer had given him.
I haven't tasted it yet. Looking forward to have it with toast for breakfast tomorrow.
He gave me a coin from Copenhagen at the doorway. It look beautiful and he told me it was worth 40 cents.
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