oi veyzmere pt 1

i knew in advance traveling with baggage for two people would present some possibly extreme tests still one can never really be prepared for handling so much damn stress. commencing with not being able to flag a cab with anne marie who never uses them anyways hence doesn't really know whether it is reliable in the am then deciding to try the subway though we would have to cross some stairs which would be impossible with my bags without the kindness of strangers. strangely a subway repair dude helped me carry my bag down the stairs probably because this woman asked him on my behalf.

ok. so we make it by subway in time and i even get to buy a couple tins of corn niblets and beans with a 70's pop bottle peel off lid. damn smart. and i get all my shit onto the train. of course with the help of another person ane marie. now i take up more than my fair share of the compartment and the other people enter, an older beautiful italian woman, another even older italian woman, a spanish woman who can speak italian it seems (and german). soon it is a gaggle of italian the whole 6 hours.

it is tough to muster the courage to reveal you are a stranger who cannot speak the language. anyway eventually i make the admission and the spanish woman has pity and helps me appreciate that i have to change trains at 3 in verona and the beautifull older woman who speaks no english tells me she is doing the same and in an impromtu sign language beckons me to follow her later.

i kinda admire the guts or nerve of the older british woman who later stuck her head into our cabin and tried to get help. the same older italian woman also0 made this new older british woman know that she should just follow her when we got to verona. meanwhile a couple younger guys boarded. chubby reading the internet magazine and skinny male model jock dude. it is such a wonderful altered staste to experience people who are of another language. sure you are alone and maybe afraid but it is also about as close as we ever come to experiencing going to mars or saturn while living this life.

so anyway it is a fucking mess trying to move my bags once we get to verona because naturally other people are boarding while i'm trying to remove my shit and i require two trips to get my shit off. suddenly chubby internet dude removes my bag. he helps me without me asking and it was really a sign of what was to come in italy.

the old english lady and the old italian lady take the stairs which i cannot and we say goodbye because it seems like there is only 10 minutes before the connecting train should arrive and i need an elevator. anyway i get to the platform and (thank the gods) the train is late so i meet again with the old ladies and we try to talk. it is weird that the english lady and i talk and exclude the italian woman because we do not speak the language but i do not want her to feel neglected because we really owe her for her sensitivity. i start to practice my downloaded torrent iotalian recordings.

io no parlo italiano
scuzi
lay cappiche liglese?
io canadese

so the train arrives. i am so scared of the density i just experinced getting off in verona. but lo and behold there are only 4 people on this car i will be taking now to milan.

to be cont'd