This is on what took place on Monday, May 2. It was a busy weekend for me, and after our performance near Köln on Sunday afternoon, Pamela picked me up, because I was staying at her place until I had to be back at the theater near Köln the next afternoon. (She lives and works near Köln.) That went alright, and we had a nice little evening walk in her rural neighbourhood. The next day, we were up early, because her work started at 8:00 in the morning. I'd found the addresses of a couple of shops I meant to look at in Köln, and bought my train ticket to Recklinghausen, with a few hours layover in Köln. Well, once there, I first looked at the Cathederal for a while, (Which I've never seen before,) then went in search of the asian specialty shops, (There is one type of Chinese chilli sauce that I can not find in Detmold.) I also went into a dance-clothing shop, (Which Detmold doesn't have any of,) and spent 160 euros there. (It's been a while since I've got new dancewear, so I was rather excited to be there.) That being all in order, I went back towards the train station, looking for somewhere to have lunch.

Before I found anywhere though, I met on the street, a large flat-bed truck, with a car painted all in gold, (including the mirrors, tyres, and windows,) with a wing on each side, (at least as wide as the car was long.) And then there was a crane, which was ready to lift the car into the air. So, with piqued curiosity, I joined the small group of gawkers. There were a couple of mad-looking artist types, one of whom, (With short, spiked bleached hair, green silk pants, paisley shoes and so on,) seemed to be the one to blame for this ... creation. -He was talking to the press, and making small interviews. Anyhow, I stuck around until the car was lifted on to the top of a four story tower of this old brick building, (which may have been a museum, or a learning facility.)

It was still an interesting... sight though; This golden, winged car, facing into the sun, as it lifted up into the air.

After that, I found a nice chinese restaurant, and had lunch there, while reading my book. (The very good WO Mitchell book I've been reading.) Then I got on my train, and went to Recklinghausen, for my performance of Cabaret that evening. Once there, I had some trouble finding the theater: There was no map to be found near the train station. So I walked into the center of the old-town, and found a map there, but then I couldn't spot the theater on it anywhere. I remembered taking the highway 229 to get to the theater the day before, so I started trying to retrace the directions on the map.

There was no highway 229 though.

I called my colleague up, and discovered that I was in the wrong town. Our performance was in Remscheid. (Oh, my, oh my. And then some rather more impolite words.) My good luck got me out of this predicament though; Firstly, I was two hours early. (I had planned to take a nap in the changing room of the theater.) Even then though, if I took the next train to the proper city, I would have been a little late. -If it weren't for one of my other colleagues driving to the theater in her own car. So I was able to catch a train taking me nearer to her, and then getting a ride to the theater. So, -Hoorah for good luck!! It saved my skin. (And, with luck, my director from the theater will never read this, and use it against me in future lectures about being responsible, and carefull and so on.)