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Day 7: Private office in the train to Heidelberg |
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Worst case or total desaster, call it how ever you want: The 6 hours train from Berlin to my hometown Heidelberg
had no power outlet for my notebook and I needed to work.
But a flirt with the train officer helped me to get into the train's conference room,
a small room with power outlets, 4 chairs and a table for me alone. Arriving in Heidelberg my father picked me up at the train station. As he is a doctor I took the chance to let him operate my toe nail that I broke in February...hell, I shit my pants! The afternoon we spent at my mother place to meet my close family (brothers, grandmother, oncles and aunts). And of course we had a TV for watching the games, what do you think? |
 My office for the next 6 hours. |
 Frankfurt train station and downtown. |
 Me... |
 My father at work. |
 After the 'match'. |
 After after the 'match'... |
 German soccer pasta. |
 World cup winner 2006: Canada... |
 My toe is now a Brasil fan...but the rest is still German. |
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