Friday

The big game. Deutschland and Argentina. 5 o'clock.

I woke up in the morning and made it late to German class. I was so tired throught the whole class, that the teacher actually said that she was sorry that I was sick. Actually, I was feeling better, but still tired. I think that is was because we stayed up till midnight watching a comedy about post-war Berlin that I found very funny. After class, I met Ramon for some Turkish food, which they have plenty of here, then went to meet some of Ramon's friends at the Rathausplatz to watch the game. Ramon was too tired to come and instead went home to sleep.

The Rathausplatz was more full than last time.


It ended up that I was meeting no fewer than 9 girls there in the square. Not a single guy with them. I tried to have fun with them, but I was so tired that I could hardly even manage a laugh. In the end, I stayed until 3, then went home to take a nap.

I fell asleep almost right away, and woke when Stephan came in to tell me that the Game was on. I put on the German soccer jersey that I had gone out and bought the day before and sleepily settled in to watch the first half of the game upstairs with Stephan.


It was very uneventful, with lots of back and forth at midfield and 0-0 when I put on some shorts and went downstairs to watch the second half with the rest of the family. Germany won in penalty kicks after tying it up with a header with 10 minutes of normal time remaining. It was a big upset, because Argentina was favored to play against Brazil in the finals. Ramon and his friend went wild as we pranced around the room. I could not help but think of what was going on in the square. As if to answer my pondering, honking horns filled the air for hours to come.

It was then that Monika Schapmuller called me and told me to meet her just outside of the square. I hopped on my bike and was away.