A not bad looking guy is sitted at the front seat. Not black but darker skinned with curly black hair. He is really nice and talkative. He comes from Italy and has lived in Nuremberg for three years now. He works at Siemens in Erlangen. He loves a big city life and living in Erlangen would have been like living in prison to him. He tells us.
The pretty, not naturally blond German girl sitted next to me also lives in Nuremberg, but not for the big city love. "Getting an affordable apartment in Erlangen is so tedious and next to impossible." She says. I totally relate to all that she says. She studies dentistry at the University of Erlangen.
I think we could all agree that it is a nice comfortable group. Only the driver is not per-se´ contributing to the conversation. He smiles now and then. His smile is a little peculiar and wryly. A few of his front teeth are dark brown in color. Definitely a smoker, i guess. Cigarettes or even harder stuff, i´m not sure.
We soon leave Erlangen behind and we hit the A9.
A9 is the highway connecting Munich and Berlin and passes though 5 federal states.
The small talk time is up and everyone is quiet busy doing their own stuff.
The Italian guy plugs his earphones into his ears and lays back for a nice 4-hours nap. The German girl is writing on her iPhone. Maybe texting or chatting. I get out a recently published nature paper and i start to read before i fall asleep.
Everything is chilled with the exception of the hard-rock compact disk running on low volume from the car-radio. The sweet silence is now and then interrupted by the driver. He mumbles something out loud. The Italian guy wake up and plugs out his earphones.
"sorry, what?" he asks.
No reply from the driver.
He hesitates to put his earphones back because the driver is now laughing.
The road is clear. The driver steps on the gas pedal and he scorches at 200kmh.
"Cool, we will be in Berlin in no time," i think to my clueless self and continue reading my paper.
The driver utters something again and again. Its German alright, but no one gets what he is saying.
He does not react to "pardon?" or "wie bitte?".
Sometimes he mumbles longer sentences and other times just a word. And finally we all get it:
The dude is talking to himself!!!
"Creeeeepy!"we are all thinking.
We all looks at each other with the "what the hell?" facial expressions.
By the time we reach Leipzig, the road starts to fill up.
Our crazy driver is still rolling at 200kmh.
Still talking and laughing to himself. He is getting louder now.
And we are getting more anxious.
The traffic is getting tighter.
The crazy driver is still at 200kmh. He will not pull the brakes...!
We are all alarmed. We cling to the car support-handle.
I close my eyes and start praying because this is the day i die. I´m convinced.
" Fahren Sie bitte etwas vorsichtiger!!!" the Italian guy cries out to him.
But it is as though he doesn't understand our language anymore.
(Continues in part 3)
Lots of luv
ItsRose_Beth
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