The day of my flight back to Germany. And it was leaving in the morning too. Ruta was planned on making something special for my breakfast... and it certainly was unique! (Which proves that it was, indeed, special.) I had lovely, delicious pancakes. Which were Green. (She'd used Pea flour, or I don't know what, to make them.) Now I'm not teasing Ruta! I'm not making fun of her cooking! It's just that using natural this-and-that can lead to surprising results! The taste wasn't especially effected at all, it's just that, it was a green pancake.

Then I was onto the bus, and off to the airport, and onto the plane. The flight was alright, and with little or no turbulence. And then I was back in Germany, and at last something of interest happened in my day. (Not that I'd been expecting anything of interest to happen at all. I'd normally have ended the whole Estonian Holiday group here.) But...

In the airport, I was accosted by a sales person. I smiled, laughed to myself, and said, "Oh? What?" -It was for credit cards. They wanted to sign me up with American Express. My smile broadened, and I informed them that I was not German. And that I could not read enough German to sign one of their forms with an easy conscience. But they had the information in English as well. And as long as I had employment in Germany, it could work. "But I would never use it," came next from me. And they listed the typical things: buying from the internet, reserving hotels, and so on. "But I just came back from a vacation, where every hotel and hostel was reserved by a telephone call, and nothing more." -that threw them a little. But our discussion went on. Their strongest point was, that there were no fees At ALL for the first year. If I didn't use it, It would cost me nothing. If I used it within reason, it would cost me nothing. If I wanted to cancel it, I could do that at any time, and it would cost me nothing. Well, all in all, that didn't sound to bad. So, I started to ask how I could sign up. (After verifying three times that I could cancel it when ever I wanted, at No Charge. It seems that it really IS just trying to get people to start with the company -and then, they have a monthly charge, starting with the second year.)

The fun moment came when they asked me for my aDdress. I gave it to them, but also told them that I was moving. It one or two weeks. And my new adDress? Well, I didn't know it. Not at all? No. Even the street name would have to be guessed. Well then... -And the whole process was nearly lost. But I decided that it could probably go to my old address, and I'd pick it up the next time I was in Detmold. And then, at last, I completed the forms, and went on my way. (And was surely the last one to get his luggage from the carrousel. I'd started talking with them thinking that I had extra time, before the luggage would be inside the building at all.)

And I then looked for the right bus to take. And looked, and tried figuring it out. Hamburg, (Which is where I flew into,) hasn't got a train station Anywhere Near the airport. It's a trial to get to the trains. There's express shuttle busses, but I thought them rather over priced. So, I was taking a bus, which would let me off somewhere... and then I'd get onto the subway, which would take me to the central station. But the city transit was ever so difficult to figure out. In t the end, (after waiting perhaps twenty minutes,) the young guy who'd been hocking credit cards, came out, and was also catching the bus, so he was kind enough to instruct me which one to take, (the same as him,) and how to get to the subway. We sat together on the bus too, and started talking a bit. I had to ask him how he found his work, but it was hard for him to say, because that had been his first day on the job. I had actually perhaps been his first closed deal. (And yes, I confirmed yet Again, that I could cancel at any time. He seemed to agree with me, that it was just to get clients to start using the credit cards, and hoping that they would then keep using them for years to come.) So, I had a nice little bus ride.

And then a long, hot, very hot, train ride. But after that, I was back in Detmold. And with Pamela. And... in my life again. Part of it. It was still my summer holiday, so I had no work to do. And many of my things were in boxes, ready for my move to Lüneburg, and it was all a bit odd. But I was back with Pamela, which is the important thing.

The rest of my summer? That's something I should mention, but I don't know if I'll write about all of it. So, here's a very small summery:

I stayed for a week with Pamela in her place in Köln, and sat around reading, writing, and playing computer games every day while she was at work. Then we went with Pamela's parents for a week to Luxemburg, and went all around down there, seeing places and drinking wine. And then I moved to Lüneburg. And my summer was over.