Moments

Fürstenfeldbruck

"You still angry at me?" It's been a while since we've even spoken properly.

"I'm not a kid any more. I'm not going to be angry with someone over something so little. There's just been nothing good to talk about."

"No, like…"

"Like what?"

"You just don't seem very happy."

"I'm tired. My brain doesn't want to function."

"You feeling alright?"

"I dunno."

"What's not feeling right, then?"

"Headache and I'm feeling a little dizzy."

"Have you eaten anything?"

"Yeah."

"Had anything to drink?"

"Yeah."

"You're having a bad day, then."

"I guess so."

"I'm coming with you then. It's not that far is it?"

"33.5km. It's not that far, really."

"So. If I'm letting you go to firsty- thing and coming with you, you'll come to Mullingar?"

"I don't really mind. Like, if you want, I'll come." It wouldn't be a very good idea to say potato all the time in an accent there, would it? I dunno, just thinking about my options. Or maybe I should see how good my accent is and see how long it takes for them to figure I've never lived in Ireland. That would be interesting.

"After the tour. Or, you know, you can always visit them whenever you like."

"I'd rather not turn up like some random stranger."

"They know who you are."

"Still, it's a bit weird for me. It's not like I've met them before and I'm welcome to pop up any time I like."

"You pretty much are."

"I wouldn't assume such things."

"You wouldn't, I would."

"Just remember, I'm not supposed to be introducing my host family to some weirdo horny boy, okay?"

"Not sure about the horny part, but I'm pretty much the definition of weirdo."

"No, it's 'crazy ass leprechaun with knee problems' that you are the definition of."

"Alright, it's that then."

"Thank Lord I don't need to be the romantic one in the relationship, I'm pretty hopeless."

"Believe me: you are pretty damn hopeless."

"Only, the best you get is horny, leprechaun. I win this round."

"Do you think…"

"They have any clue what we're discussing? No. They don't even know what 'horny' means."

"Well if you're right, there's only two words I have for you. If you're wrong, there's still only two words for you."

As I led him through the streets, I located Graf-Rasso where I had specialty German lessons. "Aha! I know exactly where I need to go. Awesome." Walking around to the other side of the school I recognised the bare stretch of grass and the path. "Nearly there," I say. "Race you there." Before he had the thought to protest, I'd dashed off. Rosenstraβe… where are you? There you are! I checked both sides of the road for traffic and then jogged across, Niall hot on my heels. I'm on the right side. Alright then… Found them! The BMW and the Volkswagen. Yep.