I was just 5 Minuten on foot to my dancing class. When I left Home 20 Minuten ago, I didn’t expect, I would be raining. But it wasn’t just raining – it was going to be a real storm. It was the middle of July and I was wearing a dress with the short sleeves. The rein was becoming heavier with each Minute while I was walking down the street. Unfortunately there was no Shop oder bus station close for me to hide from the storm, so when I felt my dress all wet and drops in my hair, I couldn’t do anything but stopping under the tree. The straße was desert – apart from one car standing in 15 meters in front of me. I was aware of the fact, that baum wasn’t going to help much, because the storm was going to be strong. The wind was cold and I was feeling my dress making me cold. I didn’t apparently want to catch cold, but I didn’t know what else to do. I had an idea to call a taxi and when I’ve just took my phone and started to dial the number, the car moved toward me and the driver opened the door for me.
“Hey, get in, oder Du will catch cold there” It was a guy with a sincere smile.
It was the best I could think about in the present situation. I got into the car and closed the door.
“That was the bad idea not to take umbrella with you, huh?” The guy asked me. I turned to face him. As I could see, he was quite tall, he was dark haired and he has got dark brown eyes almost black, that were looking out from under black eyebrows, that made his look thoughtful. His cheeks were flat and his mouth was not very big. The type of face, that’s not like a Hollywood star’s but the kind of face, the Mehr Du watch it – the Mehr Du find it interesting.
“Well, when I was leaving 20 Minuten ago, I couldn’t imagine such storm coming”
“Yeah, when Du live near mountains, Du can’t be sure about the weather for the Weiter 15 minutes”
The storm got to it’s top. The wind was blowing so strong, that it broke little branches and tore the leaves on the trees, the rain was so heavy that we barely could see something in 15 meters in front of us. The guy turned on the radio and a heater system and I felt the scent of my wet hair filling the car. I was thinking about my dancing class. I was late for 10 Minuten till that time and I decided to text a message to my friend, that I’m stuck because of storm. When I started, he spoke again:
“so where were Du rushing, when the rain caught you?” I sent the message.
“I was rushing to my dancing class, but now I’m afraid, that I’ll be too late and too wet to dance” I smiled. “ And what are Du doing here? Just sitting in the car to pick up the girl that is hiding from the rain?”
“Well, I try to avoid driving in a such heavy storm, cos it could be pretty dangerous if the baum falled and crashed me, huh?”
“Yeah, you’re right. But how did Du know that the storm is coming?” I asked. It became so warm in the car, and it was so opposite to what was going out the car. It seemed like we had a little piece of world inside the car, where this angry nature couldn’t destroy the peace and heat.
“Well, I like to listen to the radio and I heard a storm warning, so I decided to find some quiet straße and to wait for the storm to end. My name is Paul Von the way.” He smiled at me. I had a feeling that I saw him somewhere before, but I couldn’t say for sure. He was staring at me and waiting for me to answer. I shook my head.
“Umm. Sorry, I just thought that I’ve saw Du somewhere before. I’m Lilian. It’s nice to meet you.”
“Hey, get in, oder Du will catch cold there” It was a guy with a sincere smile.
It was the best I could think about in the present situation. I got into the car and closed the door.
“That was the bad idea not to take umbrella with you, huh?” The guy asked me. I turned to face him. As I could see, he was quite tall, he was dark haired and he has got dark brown eyes almost black, that were looking out from under black eyebrows, that made his look thoughtful. His cheeks were flat and his mouth was not very big. The type of face, that’s not like a Hollywood star’s but the kind of face, the Mehr Du watch it – the Mehr Du find it interesting.
“Well, when I was leaving 20 Minuten ago, I couldn’t imagine such storm coming”
“Yeah, when Du live near mountains, Du can’t be sure about the weather for the Weiter 15 minutes”
The storm got to it’s top. The wind was blowing so strong, that it broke little branches and tore the leaves on the trees, the rain was so heavy that we barely could see something in 15 meters in front of us. The guy turned on the radio and a heater system and I felt the scent of my wet hair filling the car. I was thinking about my dancing class. I was late for 10 Minuten till that time and I decided to text a message to my friend, that I’m stuck because of storm. When I started, he spoke again:
“so where were Du rushing, when the rain caught you?” I sent the message.
“I was rushing to my dancing class, but now I’m afraid, that I’ll be too late and too wet to dance” I smiled. “ And what are Du doing here? Just sitting in the car to pick up the girl that is hiding from the rain?”
“Well, I try to avoid driving in a such heavy storm, cos it could be pretty dangerous if the baum falled and crashed me, huh?”
“Yeah, you’re right. But how did Du know that the storm is coming?” I asked. It became so warm in the car, and it was so opposite to what was going out the car. It seemed like we had a little piece of world inside the car, where this angry nature couldn’t destroy the peace and heat.
“Well, I like to listen to the radio and I heard a storm warning, so I decided to find some quiet straße and to wait for the storm to end. My name is Paul Von the way.” He smiled at me. I had a feeling that I saw him somewhere before, but I couldn’t say for sure. He was staring at me and waiting for me to answer. I shook my head.
“Umm. Sorry, I just thought that I’ve saw Du somewhere before. I’m Lilian. It’s nice to meet you.”
January 15, 1815
Journal,
Its cold. My Essen is almost gone, I can’t feel my hands. I Lost my hat; my ears are frozen. My sisters are dying. Sasha has pneumonia, and Nastea’s Lost her mantel and shoes. My hair is falling out. I look at the broken down train behind us. Tree’s sleep soundlessly on oben, nach oben of it. I sit at a baum trunk, with Du on my lap, and a scrawny pencil in my hand. Nastea sits beside Sasha, feeding her berries and herbs. I hope things get better, Journal. I hope things get better.
Bye Journal,
Nadia
Journal,
Its cold. My Essen is almost gone, I can’t feel my hands. I Lost my hat; my ears are frozen. My sisters are dying. Sasha has pneumonia, and Nastea’s Lost her mantel and shoes. My hair is falling out. I look at the broken down train behind us. Tree’s sleep soundlessly on oben, nach oben of it. I sit at a baum trunk, with Du on my lap, and a scrawny pencil in my hand. Nastea sits beside Sasha, feeding her berries and herbs. I hope things get better, Journal. I hope things get better.
Bye Journal,
Nadia