“Go Back To Germany!”

When I was waiting for the right time to catch the bus, I was so tired that I drank the whole coke to stay awake. Really no chance, I was sooooo tired.

Then I went out of the apartment to catch the bus. I went to Eason and straight on to the bus … the bus driver said to me, that I was in a totally wrong direction for the airport bus. He explained I have to go over the O’Connell bridge and on the left side is the bus station. I don’t know but I believed him. I took the bus there and this bus driver said yes we are going to the airport …

The bus was filled with a mess of people, unbelievable. I stand in the middle with my baggage. Next to me stands an older man from Ireland and seemed to be drunk. On the other side stands a young man not from Ireland. He had a Spanish or French accent in his English and looked Arabic.

The Irish drunk man was strange. He asked me something, but I did not understand him. I asked him if the bus is going to the airport and he said no! Total panic inside me. What do I have to do now??? I asked another person at the bus and he said yes and another person said yes, too. Since this second I hate the drunk man, maybe it was a joke for him, for me it was horror. This man spoke again with me, I did not answer at all. He said that he knew I’m from Germany and that he wished I was never here in Ireland, poor country, that they let Germans in, why do I not go back to Germany. He shouted to me: “Go back to Germany!”

Inside myself I thought: “What do you want, I’m going back to Germany in this second and I’m afraid of not catching the flight. But I don’t go because of you, I go because I have some other dates at home. I like Dublin and Ireland, if you say something or not I like it at all!” But I didn’t say anything.

After a while I did not hear him, I was sad and shy, did not know what to say, was so tired and felt uncomfortable …
As soon as a seat was free I sat down there …

Now the drunk man stands next to the young Arabic-looking man. A new discussion starts, the drunk man said bad things to the young man, too. But the young man answered in an intelligent way. He recognized which problems the drunk man had and spoke with him about it. First it worked very well, but after a while the discussion turned more and more into an argument. Other people at the bus are getting in this fighting discussion …

And I wait and wait for the bus to reach the airport. We were driving more than an half hour and we are still not at the airport …

People at the bus are shouting at each other. The drunk person hit the young man in his face … the bus stopped … nothing happened for a while.

Oh shit were is the fucking airport? I have only one hour and ten minutes to check in and along the street I cannot see an airport at all …

The drunk person had to leave the bus … all people in the bus were happy about this. After two more stops only a few people were on the bus. One person asked me were I am from and I answered Berlin … Silence for a while … then the people in the bus remembered the situation at the beginning. Silence, nobody knew what to say. Then they said that they love to see a German, that they love the mentality and the soccer from the Germans and that they wish that the Germans win the word cup, then they started to sing the German national anthem …

Strange! Airport! I’m there …