It was Saturday about 12 o clock and me and Matt were sitting in tram on our was home from work and talking like we always did. I noticed a middle aged guy looking at us once in a while and had a feeling that he was able to understand our language. Firstly I thought that he is from Serbia, because our languages are pretty similar, but then I was like nah, he is just looking around and this is just a coincidence.
I was heading to Marien Platz to grab something to eat and Matt was heading back to the House, but as soon as he got a call from Matthew he sat on metro and came to Marien Platz as well. It turned out that Matthew decided to go to the streets and play the guitar and sing for money, but one of his strings broken and Matt had to come there and help him find a music shop where he can replace the string.
So once he got to the station point we got on the next Metro and headed to Marien. And guess what? The guy from tram was here again and sat in the box with us. I was like what the hell..how come? This town is too big to see somebody for more than one time! What is this? But I was still like- okay, that shit just happens from time to time.
Matthew picked out the most frequent part of the street, stood there and played his ass off. It was kinda interesting to watch that goofy guy wanting to act all serious and shit but as soon as he saw us he stopped because he got embarrassed. Matt found him a music shop pretty nearby the place where we were standing at that moment so he packed up all of his things and we headed there. As soon as we came there a guy behind the counter directed us upstairs so Matthew can buy a string and play a little bit more. When we climbed the stairs I noticed the same guy from the tram and Metro was looking at sound systems! I just whispered to guys that “What the hell? What a stalker” (of course in our language) and the guy just turned around and with a smile on his face said: “You look familiar!” (of course in OUR LANGUAGE!) oh hell…
I was just jaw down looking at him like what the actual fuck…like I knew that in Munich are living a lot of people from my country but to encounter one guy in one hour and already 3 times and then learn that he comes from the same country as you do? Okay *nervous laugh* ! I knew that he understood what was I saying in the tram!! My gut was right.
We chatted a while about a few things, we got to know that he is a musician as well, then he explained that he lived in Munich for a year now and have never met a person from our country, so he did not make any friend that would talk in the same language as he did. Not that that was a problem or anything but it seemed a little off.
Anyway, he went back to his business and Matthew bought a new string for his guitar. While he was changing the string the guy came down to the cashier and gave her a shit load of money for the sound system and for some instrument. Then he came to us and told Matthew: “I’ve heard you playing on the streets and it sounded really really good, I was impressed.” and then he handed him a 20 euro bill and said that it is for a fellow musician and that he was young as well and certainly knows how hard is it to play on the streets just like that. We were all blown away with his generosity.
Naturally, Matthew did not want to accept it but the guy was adamant and did not want to take the bill back. We thanked him like 5 times because something like this just do not happen in normal life.
When we left the store Matthew was so happy that he invited us to grab Kebab to have this little celebratory junk food.
It was a good day, because who wouldn’t want a free lunch?
Count me in!
But the next day was THE day.
We got a message from the lady who was mediating this whole “working experience”, as well as accommodation, that we have to move out from our beloved House, for *wait for it* 3 days!!
We were supposed to leave back to our home country in 3 days and now we had to move into a new location…I was so angry you can’t even imagine.
So on Sunday imagine me and L trying to pack everything into like 6512647 bags (even more bags we originally came with) – but now for real- both of us ended up with like 7 bags+ a huge suitcase. The new House we were supposed to move was like 3 stops away from our House so imagine us dragging half of the bags with us (+the suitcases) to the metro station then to the new House (we were living on the 2nd floor- well done) and again back to our old House for the next round of bags.
When we came to the old House for the second, and also the last time everything became really quiet. Like too quiet. There was no laughter from the rooms, no music from the kitchen, no cursing from the washing room…depressing quietness.
We checked if we did not forget something by accident in any room, ate our last meal in the kitchen, drank our last coffee in front of the house, I lit up my last cigarette there as well. It was kinda peaceful and dignified way to say our final goodbye to the House we spend almost 2 months in. The only thing that was off was the weather since it was cloudy and dark.
When we were making our last selfie in front of the House and a sudden weather miracle happened.
There was a field in front of our House and when you looked at it, it was now crossed by a strip of pure sunlight. The exact minute when we were leaving the house for good the clouds retreated and one of the most beautiful sunsets occurred right in front of our eyes. I can’t imagine a better way how could have Garching said its last goodbye to us.
I am really happy that I got a chance to live in this House even though the showers were always full, as well as toilets and do not let me started about kitchen- but it had its charm and now when some time passed, I can say it was the best House we could have had.
DO you know why?
Because the worst was just coming.
I will explain everything in WEEK 9 – because it will be a raw description of events that occurred in the last three days in Munich.
And it was drastic.
Don’t miss it and prepare for the story time that will leave you speechless.
P.s: The last 4 photos are L’s- the credit belongs to you my dear, huge thank you again!!