In Germany i hoped to solve my cash problem with friends help quickly and try to enjoy the end of my holidays… But life has its own idea of how things should look like.
I checked that the fastest option of getting home was blablacar for 42 EUR, from a town near Munich (150 kilometres away). 2 another train tickets were needed.
Additionally, blablacar driver didn’t accept instant payment from my bank account as an option, so i needed to get cash somehow.
It turned out, that he gets allowance because of health problems, and his account is monitored by authority, checking if there’s no profit he makes.
Every money flowing in would be considered as his income, reducing cash he would get in the following month. He thought that maybe his father could help, if i send him a transfer. After explanation through telephone he refused, saying that whole situation is not clear and seems like a con.
Not long after this disappointing attempt i (finally!) found a solution. Of course i made mistake with the first one, but the second one was my saver – I’ve sent Western Union transfer to myself.
And a small note here – if your ID shows that you have 2 names, but site or bank says it’s only optional to fill this field, fill it anyway.
That’s why i couldn’t collect the first one, which was quite annoying. This resulted in a long walk with all my things across the city to the only Western Union partner opened on Saturday at 8AM, that allowed me to take train leaving at 8:50 from the other side of the city.
Good thing is, that it was the last adventure in my journey.
Bad thing is, that right after coming back to Krakow, it turned out, that i have to leave the flat with all my things in 3 (instead of 6) days. And i was in the middle of preparations to christmas fair held by my foundation, attending meetings as co-organiser.
Luckily, i did it – all things disappeared from the old place. And helped flatmate with part of his things, which was still more than everything i have with me. He and his boyfriend were upset, because i didn’t do much with the whole movement, which was, i must admit that, true.
I warned them, that it’s my holiday leave and asked if i should prepare anything before i leave. Answer was no;
95% of things we’ve been carrying and took almost all the space in both old and new place, were belonging to one of them.
So not really something mine, but atmosphere was really fucked up.
I even thought about leaving them in new place and going anywhere else. It got better within few days, when emotions calmed down…
This story in 3 parts from posts 223, 224 and 225, tells story my holidays… Leaving one plot open – my second visit in Barcelona, to meet “someone interesting”, as i described him 2 posts ago.
But that will make a separate post…
In the meantime watch the edge of Lake Constance: