7h05 Greg sent me a message “yo man, where are you” - “Fuck I slept in, wtf”. Am I going to miss the flight? Before leaving I had to get dressed and yes this time it will take longer. 5Min later I managed to wear the following list of clothes:
- 2 boxer shorts
- 4 shorts (2 sport,2 recreational)
- 1 sweat pant
- 1 skater pant
- 1 jeans
- 4 t-shirts
- one long sleeve t-shirt
- 2 sweater
- one button-up shirt
- and to round it all up a rain coat with filled pockets
Ryanair here we go. Carry-on was 14kg, I hope they won't check. As my room mate told me 30euros per kilogram. Totally stressed, I pokered for the bus at 7h38 – arrival at the airport at 7h58. After being confused and totally freaked out about nearly everything I did it, I passed the security at 8h08 (at 8h10 the terminal closed). Fuck this! Now I can breath, that's at least what I assumed. But not yet, I stood directly in front of the security, sweating like a big and stressed as hell. “I hope they won't check me because I look suspicious. “Please go back, you cannot go through yet” - “buut...I was already” - “just wait”... 5min and I was through, nothing happened just security on break or something. And by the way the guy just in front of me got pulled out to get totally inspected, with my clothes layers, I would have totally missed the flight!
In the flight everything should be fine. My blood pressure was slowly decreasing and I was just getting more and more excited. “Man now we are equal after yesterday” my response to Greg after leaving the flight! Fuck how could I sleep this through (I knew the answer already, next time maybe go to bed before 3am if you have to get up at 6 next morning!)
I spent the morning/early afternoon skating around marseille, a very beautiful city in my eyes. Here the quick difference to Paris: Everyone says Marseille is dangerous although I quickly realized something about the smell here. Suddenly I was not scared of passing through a underground area, in Paris I would have expected the smell of human urine or most likely even see someone peeing in a corner. This was not the case here. The only thing I quickly understood is the immigrant ratio, even in the bus from the airport you could guess – language: french, english, arabic.
Since I could not find internet in a convenient way I decided to make my way around it and ask. Ask one, two and there you go. Centre readaption functionelle de valmante, bus number 21, about 20min and then get off, directly across from the 'Casino grand surface'.
I was introduced and given the key. My new home for the next 3 weeks – number 16 it was. “Just out of curiosity is it possible to eat upstairs with the patients as well if I am lazy to cook” - “we can have a look and ask”...
“Oui ca va, viens la vers 18h30, ca devrais aller pour le week-end après on verra.” - Quick summary and why I am very happy? I will pay in total 50€ housing instead of 335€. My food so far is free and sun in shining and I am sweating by 22°. Additionally I am waiting for 3 weeks of internship followed by FINALLY little Karin to come and meet me in Nice. I am wondering, what seriously could upset me in this moment? (The internet in my room will be dealt with on monday morning but that's not a big deal!)