Herald Hippo

the ideas of an expat in the Czech Republic

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Trips: Germany

So...Meine Damen und Herren herzlich willkommen. This is how DB salutes the passengers when getting in the bus. What bus? The Prague-Nürnberg bus. Why? Because if you want to get to Stuttgart, you have to be prepared for a journey. Like the one in the Lord of the rings. A long, dangerous journey. Ok ok..not dangerous but definitely long. The drill: take the bus to either Nürnberg or Munich and from there the train. No direct routes except for a flight that would take out of your wallet around 250 euros. Hell NO! This particular bus was quite empty. A sick passenger that almost puked sat in the back laying down looking almost purple. Please don't fukking puke here, man! Then a miracle occurred. The bus arrived in time to the destination. And hei ho..no police. I take out my dutchie from the bra and put it in my bag. Lovely. Still time to make it to the train so I try half of the dutchie. I look around. A blonde curly lady with her bike speaks on the phone. Have to stay serious while listening to her meowing with a high pitch on the phone. Some turks scream at each others. No blood for today. I run before the police comes to separate them. The train is there already. That does not look very well. Somehow like an old wreck that they reconditioned and they hope it will stay in one piece. Second miracle of the day: no delays here either. DB has to mark this in the calendar. Weird people in the train: 1. me 2. a little back kid looking at me as if he never saw artists sitting in the same compartment as him. My player dedicates him the "Move them niggers north" song. NOTE: this is not racism or any form of denigration of race 3. a weirdo that at every stop had a pattern: stood up, drank cola, put the cola bottle in the bag, repacked the bag, sat down facing towards me (he was on my right hand side) and staring. Did not know if it was a staring contest but I lost. 4. drunk couple almost banging. Only for 3 stops, very drunk, very loud, did not finish it.

Arrived in Stuttgart after a 7 hours trip. First stop, the smokers square on the platform. Weird guy coming towards me, suddenly runs towards the train, gets in ..gets off on the next door. Salutes the locomotive. Checks the other train from the other line, opens the doors, confirms to the passengers that the train is ok. Takes my luggage and runs away. Yes, that's my weirdo. God! I love familiar faces.

Building 6 "Whispers"

On Wellington Street

Even before the storm really got going it had become hard to hear the radio. I was huddled in the basement, like I had been taught to as a kid. Normally storms don't really bother me, but I knew it was expected to be really bad, possibly the worst Wellington Street had even seen. Even in the basement the noise was terrible, the thick pattering of rain on the roof still reaching me. I focused on the radio, which I had placed on a local station. But despite the noise, I began to notice a sound emanating just above the volume of the broadcast.

I couldn't make it out at first, and so I turned down the radio in the hope I would hear it better. But as I lowered the volume, so too did the volume of the strange noise decrease. At first I thought it was coming from the radio, but after I turned it off I could still hear it, if only faintly. I began to look for the source of the noise, but only managed to hear it continuing to grow more distant. I heard the house groan and creak, and I figured it was just the house moving in the wind. I sat back down and turned back on the radio. The DJ was reporting on the storm.

“Original patterns had predicted that the storm would be passing through by around three in the morning, but the storm itself has seemed to have slowed down, making those previous estimates off by close to two to three hours. The storm itself is easily the worst I have ever seen. I can actually see the effects of it outside my window. Its hard to see due to the rain, but even at this point I can see a heavy buildup of water just around my building. No worries though folks. This place is elevated so I should stay high and dry.

Those who find themselves in their homes would do well to keep a close eye on their basements, as flooding is possible, especially in some of the older home. I will keep you updated, and as a friendly reminder to those foolish enough to think of going outside, just don't. Trust me. You don't want to be out in this...”

I tried to listen in, but I became aware of the sound again, only this time it was much more distinct. I turned off the radio, and found the sound was not fading but in fact increasing in volume. It sounded like someone whispering. I stood up and began looking again for a source, only to realize that the sound was coming from upstairs.

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