Life As A Bipolar Person

🇨🇭Switzerland🇨🇭

One day by chance, I decided to take a trip to Switzerland, specifically Zurich. There was the mother of an acquaintance there, with whom I empathized greatly. A fellow Aries, of course.

The first thing worth mentioning is that, like an idiot, I paid 50 euros for luggage because I didn't do my research beforehand. And it's not the first time, nor the last. I'll detail that in the England chapter.

I had moved to Dristor after being kicked out of my house by one of my best friends from high school. Wondering why? I had a manic episode; he made a really bad joke, and I reacted based on my bipolar disorder, and the next day he kicked me out.

We'll close that little parenthesis and continue the story.

On the plane, I sat next to an individual with hygiene issues. Story of my life, unwashed people and functional illiterates have an attraction to me. Karma, I guess that's the only way I can explain it.

I think it lasted about 2 hours, tying and untying.

Since I had to wait only 9 hours because it was a connecting flight in Germany, I mentally terrorized the policemen there. Being restless, I kept walking around and leaving my luggage wherever I could.

And with terrorism and their internal regulations, you're not really allowed to do that. But I didn't care!

During that time, I had thoughts of vlogs, books, and independent journalism. Consequently, I had a mini voice recorder with me.

I go outside for a cigarette and I see a police officer there, and I feel inspired to ask him a few things. I aim the little voice recorder towards his mouth, but surprise, he pulls out his gun on me! I burst into laughter and explain to him in English that I kind of live in Italy, and there are the Carabinieri there who have their own assault rifles, and usually they give me a ride home when I finish work on Saturdays at 4 in the morning.

He calms down, laughs as well, and we have a conversation about life in general.

The 9 hours of waiting felt like an eternity, especially since I discovered late that someone had blocked me on the Facebook account of the person I was supposed to meet in Zurich. My adventures in the land of banks, chocolates, and watches, well, they might seem like scenes from movies, but they're entirely real. To be continued...