Welcome to the real world... Welcome to Dublin...
5th of September 2006,
I packed mywhole life in my red luggage and dragged it slowly to an island.
The island, Dublin itself spots the question in minds "What would be the prior three things to take when you found yourself on an island?" I guess it is too early to answer such a question. Pause. Live and experience are two magic words that shall shed the light for my concerns in this green land.
Finally, we landed. Anthony, my friend, was there waiting for me. He was my welcome committee. He has passed through all passport controls and walked through all the doors openning into the Turkish Airlines. Such a bloody lovely friend. Pause. I know, I have skipped to mention that he works at the airport. Who cares! He was still there for me.
Tea break at the airport.
When you order a cup of tea, you always get milk with it.Milk and tea time. The next step is Guiness. Watch out, while you are climbing "the drinking ladder" from milk to tea and tea to guiness, you may fall down after Guiness.
Anthony and I took the air coach bus heading towards the center. First impressions appeared on my window screen of the bus. The whole Dublin was playing in my window. No way to pause it anymore. Apparently It would even fast and forward. The city was converted from a patato land into an industrilized european village. Pause. I can hear the reaction. Why village? Believe me there are few real big cities in Europe.
I arrived to my lovely Pembroke Road Bed and Breakfast home. My red luggage, Anthony and I were worried about the stairs. At the end, All were at the top. I was so excited to go out and explore Dublin. I left my heavy red luggage all alone in my room. Anthony had to go back his home. I was all alone on the streets of Dublin. Hearing the language that I can understand. Every time I was crossing a street, I was looking at my right, left, front and even my back. I was already confused with right sided roads. Some cars seemed to be moving on its own since there was none sitting on the left front seat.
There was no rain yet.
The next day, I met with some new people from the same place that I was staying. Juan and his girl friend. They were friendly and busy. What does it mean. They were obviously looking for a flat. Then I met with Nina, half indian and half german. The next was Chris, german. Later on, Pierre appeared in the scene, from Italy. The last but not least, Viktoria from the green hills of England was there. The ultimate aim of all these different cultures met at ıone common point. It was to find a place for rent. Pembroke road hall was not only a hotel anymore, it was a place to be blended with the different people sharing the same aim. I realised I had to look for a place to rent. Like everyone else, I wanted to check "daft.com" on my pc, however I had a plug problem. I had to buy a converter for my plug.
I asked for a converter and they gave me the converter called a "tourit adapter".
Adaption process to Dublin was switched on.
There was still no rain yet.
