5:15 A.M.: A shrill
distortion of sound-waves fills the room, a sound inducing terrible agitation
amongst the slumbering beasts lying in the scattered bunks, one that is most
common amongst the average working man, the regular business woman, or the dedicated
student, a sound that could only be described as the scream of the devil from
the pits of hell, a sound that could only be coming from one device: an alarm
clock (an iPhone, to be exact).
As we
rise from our crusty, bed-bug-ridden mattresses, we comb our hairs for lice and
hit the showers, ready for another endless day of travel and tourism.
After contracting several forms of athlete’s
foot, we drudgingly dragged ourselves back to the room, stripping the sweat-caked
sheets from the bed and packing our bags.
We tip-toed around mysterious stains and piles of rat-dung on our way
down to the lobby, only to realize once we reached it that we were the first
ones there.
After being sarcastically
filled with guilt from Mr. Mobini for not having rallied everyone downstairs,
we promptly hustled back through the ruins of feces up to the girls’ room to
awaken the trolls and Willow.
Once the
screaming ceased and all of the men had managed to overcome their fear, the
group of us ten adolescents marched down to greet Mr. Mobini: head high with
his sunglasses on indoors.
Once we had
overcome a little more sarcasm, we were on our way to the train station.
Less than an hour later, we
were all sound-asleep on the train, freezing our bum-bums off due to a
trigger-happy air conditioning controller.
As we slept, we dreamt about the last 72 hours of our lives, having not
survived, but thrived in the jungles of a modern small town called Berlin.
We reminisced on the seemingly endless hours
of touring, having ventured over the river and through the woods, but instead
of arriving to a warm-hearted grandmother with fresh cookies, we instead ran
into a couple walls, checked off Checkpoint Charlie, yodeled a Brandenburg Concerto
while hopping through its gates, threw a stone at the glass dome on the
Bundestadt, along with viewing many more monuments.
We dreamt about our tremendously extensive
bike-ride all over Berlin, having seen what we believed was every square inch
of the city, including ancient buildings, contemporary buildings, and renovated
buildings that appeared to be somewhere in the between.
Finally, we looked back on the independence
bestowed upon ourselves as we navigated superfluous streets and crowded
corridors, each of us believing that we would be able to complete the tasks of
our scavenger hunt before the others, only to discover that there could only be
one team in the end: Connor and Karanjot (after they broke our knees to take
the lead, of course).
However, we can now
all confidently admit that we know the streets of that great city like the back
of our hands.
We returned from our
nostalgic dreams and looked around on the train, not really knowing our
location.
All we knew was that Cologne
was steadily approaching at a steady rate of 200 kilometers per hour, for we
could smell its greatness wafting through our olfactory senses, filling us with
a strange brew of excitement and anxiety.
– Willow & Aaron