25.12.2008, 21:03
Ein neuer Teil ist da (endlich) 
ich hoffe ohne grobe Fehler XD
Viel Spaà beim Lesen!
It didn’t take long to find an appropriate flight to San Francisco, after Rory clarified the conditions of her trip with her Campaign leader, she promised to do anything he wanted her to do. They arranged that Rory’s going to call him every day after work, to tell him how things are going.
But Rory didn’t want to think about that now. She was sitting next to a man who looked extremely busy, by hitting the buttons on his laptop. She leaned back and closed her eyes. Logan I’m coming was all she was thinking of.
Still two hours of flight, Rory stood up and asked a stewardess for something to drink. She got an apple juice with water and drank it immediately.
There was nothing to do for her right now, but she made plans for the hours after her landing. She’ll have to find the hotel, her Campaign leader booked for her, and then she’ll have to find the headquarters of the Chronicle, she had an address, but she didn’t know where it was. After finding the hotel and the headquarters, she’ll have to find out where exactly Logan was living, she knew that he settled in Paolo Alto and she knew the street name, but not the exact number.
Rory sighed, it would be a long taxi ride to Paolo Alto and an expensive one too, so she had to find a bus connection to Paolo Alto with cheap tickets.
To find that, she added to her plan that she’ll have to find a tourist information office and she was sure that San Francisco had some offices around.
She closed her eyes again and tried to relax. But the excitement inside of her didn’t want to rest. Rory kneaded her hands and watched the man sitting next to her.
He was still hitting the buttons on his laptop, Rory tried to get a look on it, to find out what was so important for him to write. She expanded her neck and peered at the laptop.
It wasn’t what she expected, after a while she was sure that the man repeated one sentence constantly.
This plane is not going to crash, you’ll survive this flight, no need to worry.
Rory absorbed air and turned her head to the other side and was a bit afraid.
It wasn’t what the man was thinking, it was the man himself. She was afraid that he’d have enough of hitting the buttons sooner or later and had a mental meltdown, right beside her. Don’t think about it, she told herself and ordered headphones to listen to the film which was airing right now.
About two hours later the plane hit ground, it landed at the San Francisco International Airport a bit outside of San Francisco.
Rory was happy that the man had no meltdown and hurried to leave the plane soon.
Outside she waited for her luggage. After a while all suitcases were reunited with Rory and she made her way out of the hall to the duty free section. She needed to find a bancomat to take out enough money for the next few days.
She thought about the amount of money she would need. For the taxi to the hotel and to the headquarters of the Chronicle. And a bit for the trip to Logan. She shook her body in antipathy. Now she knew why she had always thought that a day without any plan is pure horror.
Ten minutes later, she was near desperation, she had looked everywhere for a bancomat, but didn’t find one. So she went to a police officer, who was standing at the airport’s entrance.
“Excuse me?” she asked him.
“Yes? How can I help you?” he answered and offered help.
“Oh you know, I’m completely new here, I’ve never been here before and I need to take out money, but I can’t find a bancomat around. Do you know where I can find one? It would be perfect, if it’s close-by.”
“Of course, there is one, it’s outside the airport, by the taxi stand. Good luck.”
“Thank you so much!”
Rory hurried to leave the airport and got angry about herself, it was stupid only to look inside the airport for a bancomat, but mistakes happen, she thought.. She sighed and looked for the taxi stand. It was only a few steps away and there was the desperately needed bancomat.
She took out some hundred dollar and put it into her wallet.
There were a couple of taxis standing next to her and she decided to take the one with the friendly looking woman at the driver’s seat.
“Where do you want to be taken?” she asked Rory friendly.
“Oh.”Rory was surprised that the woman asked her for the destination, cause’ she was accustomed to unfriendly never asking taxi drivers from New York.
“Ah, do you know where the Hyatt at Fisherman’s Wharf is?”
“Sure. It’ll take around 35 minutes till we get there.”
The taxi driver introduced herself as Marleen and helped Rory with the luggage.
Rory was happy. Now she’ll have 35 minutes to relax a bit. Maybe Marleen could tell her something about San Francisco or, especially, about Paolo Alto.
“I’m Rory and I’m here to support the Barack Obama Campaign trail.” She was sure that Marleen was an Obama supporter herself, at least 70% of the cities inhabitants were Obama fans and Marleen didn’t look anything republican.
“Great! Let’s hope he wins the election! He has my vote for sure, I want change.”
“Yeah I think Obama’s a good choice for president. We’ll see on November 4th if the rest of the Americans think equally… Marleen, can I ask you something?”
“Sure, what do you want to know?”
“I’ll be visting a friend in Paolo Alto in one day, or two, I’m not sure right now, and I wanted to know if you can tell me something about the town, cause’ I don’t know anything. Is it big? What people are living there? Stuff like that?!”
“Oh well, I wonder that you have a friend there. Paolo Alto is more a town for old men. And it’s the cemetery of San Francisco.”
Rory didn’t know how Marleen meant that, so she asked :”The cemetery? Do I have to be afraid?”
“Yes, the cemetery of San Francisco, but no, you don’t need be afraid. You know San Francisco is located on a peninsula and there is less space left for new buildings and so on, especially for cemeteries, they’re too big for the city, so the city’s council decided to remove the public cemeteries to Paolo Alto, and now people who are dying in San Francisco are burried in Paolo Alto. So the biggest tourist attraction of Paolo Alto are its cemeteries.”
ich hoffe ohne grobe Fehler XDViel Spaà beim Lesen!
Chapter 13
But Rory didn’t want to think about that now. She was sitting next to a man who looked extremely busy, by hitting the buttons on his laptop. She leaned back and closed her eyes. Logan I’m coming was all she was thinking of.
Still two hours of flight, Rory stood up and asked a stewardess for something to drink. She got an apple juice with water and drank it immediately.
There was nothing to do for her right now, but she made plans for the hours after her landing. She’ll have to find the hotel, her Campaign leader booked for her, and then she’ll have to find the headquarters of the Chronicle, she had an address, but she didn’t know where it was. After finding the hotel and the headquarters, she’ll have to find out where exactly Logan was living, she knew that he settled in Paolo Alto and she knew the street name, but not the exact number.
Rory sighed, it would be a long taxi ride to Paolo Alto and an expensive one too, so she had to find a bus connection to Paolo Alto with cheap tickets.
To find that, she added to her plan that she’ll have to find a tourist information office and she was sure that San Francisco had some offices around.
She closed her eyes again and tried to relax. But the excitement inside of her didn’t want to rest. Rory kneaded her hands and watched the man sitting next to her.
He was still hitting the buttons on his laptop, Rory tried to get a look on it, to find out what was so important for him to write. She expanded her neck and peered at the laptop.
It wasn’t what she expected, after a while she was sure that the man repeated one sentence constantly.
This plane is not going to crash, you’ll survive this flight, no need to worry.
Rory absorbed air and turned her head to the other side and was a bit afraid.
It wasn’t what the man was thinking, it was the man himself. She was afraid that he’d have enough of hitting the buttons sooner or later and had a mental meltdown, right beside her. Don’t think about it, she told herself and ordered headphones to listen to the film which was airing right now.
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About two hours later the plane hit ground, it landed at the San Francisco International Airport a bit outside of San Francisco.
Rory was happy that the man had no meltdown and hurried to leave the plane soon.
Outside she waited for her luggage. After a while all suitcases were reunited with Rory and she made her way out of the hall to the duty free section. She needed to find a bancomat to take out enough money for the next few days.
She thought about the amount of money she would need. For the taxi to the hotel and to the headquarters of the Chronicle. And a bit for the trip to Logan. She shook her body in antipathy. Now she knew why she had always thought that a day without any plan is pure horror.
Ten minutes later, she was near desperation, she had looked everywhere for a bancomat, but didn’t find one. So she went to a police officer, who was standing at the airport’s entrance.
“Excuse me?” she asked him.
“Yes? How can I help you?” he answered and offered help.
“Oh you know, I’m completely new here, I’ve never been here before and I need to take out money, but I can’t find a bancomat around. Do you know where I can find one? It would be perfect, if it’s close-by.”
“Of course, there is one, it’s outside the airport, by the taxi stand. Good luck.”
“Thank you so much!”
Rory hurried to leave the airport and got angry about herself, it was stupid only to look inside the airport for a bancomat, but mistakes happen, she thought.. She sighed and looked for the taxi stand. It was only a few steps away and there was the desperately needed bancomat.
She took out some hundred dollar and put it into her wallet.
There were a couple of taxis standing next to her and she decided to take the one with the friendly looking woman at the driver’s seat.
“Where do you want to be taken?” she asked Rory friendly.
“Oh.”Rory was surprised that the woman asked her for the destination, cause’ she was accustomed to unfriendly never asking taxi drivers from New York.
“Ah, do you know where the Hyatt at Fisherman’s Wharf is?”
“Sure. It’ll take around 35 minutes till we get there.”
The taxi driver introduced herself as Marleen and helped Rory with the luggage.
Rory was happy. Now she’ll have 35 minutes to relax a bit. Maybe Marleen could tell her something about San Francisco or, especially, about Paolo Alto.
“I’m Rory and I’m here to support the Barack Obama Campaign trail.” She was sure that Marleen was an Obama supporter herself, at least 70% of the cities inhabitants were Obama fans and Marleen didn’t look anything republican.
“Great! Let’s hope he wins the election! He has my vote for sure, I want change.”
“Yeah I think Obama’s a good choice for president. We’ll see on November 4th if the rest of the Americans think equally… Marleen, can I ask you something?”
“Sure, what do you want to know?”
“I’ll be visting a friend in Paolo Alto in one day, or two, I’m not sure right now, and I wanted to know if you can tell me something about the town, cause’ I don’t know anything. Is it big? What people are living there? Stuff like that?!”
“Oh well, I wonder that you have a friend there. Paolo Alto is more a town for old men. And it’s the cemetery of San Francisco.”
Rory didn’t know how Marleen meant that, so she asked :”The cemetery? Do I have to be afraid?”
“Yes, the cemetery of San Francisco, but no, you don’t need be afraid. You know San Francisco is located on a peninsula and there is less space left for new buildings and so on, especially for cemeteries, they’re too big for the city, so the city’s council decided to remove the public cemeteries to Paolo Alto, and now people who are dying in San Francisco are burried in Paolo Alto. So the biggest tourist attraction of Paolo Alto are its cemeteries.”
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