I’ve got a clone in Vienna

Scene: yesterday evening, in a subway station, waiting for one of my last* daily rides on U6.

Suddenly a tall and skinny woman on his forties (I guess) begins to yell something like a name, and approaches me with open arms.
Then follows three endless seconds where:
– I turn my head to see who’s the person behind me, but… there’s NOBODY behind me.
– my brain elaborates at least ten reasons why a unknown woman should approach me in that way, and none of them are really encouraging.
– I start to take a better look at her, maybe I SHOULD know this person. I damn my perpetual inability to remember faces.
– I resign to get through this “unusual” meeting.
But… at not more than 1 meter of distance to me, the woman realizes I’m not the person she believes. She turns red and excuses. To relieve her uncomfortable condition, I use my well tested “dummy tourist” formula and tell her “mi spiace, non parlo tedesco**”.

The sense of the story? Well, I’ve got a clone in Vienna!

* Why last? An explanatory post will come next week. Stay tuned :)
** Sorry, I don’t speak German.

3 Comments so far

  1. uck the min (unregistered) on July 27th, 2005 @ 8:41 am

    what the fuck is “a woman on his forties”? sounds very, very interesting.

  2. umberto (unregistered) on July 27th, 2005 @ 9:42 am

    God, only my german can be worse than my english :)

    Of course it was a woman in HER forties.

    Shall I amend the post? Na. Errors must be paid.

  3. luc (unregistered) on July 27th, 2005 @ 9:53 am

    i guess she liked you and this was her kind of making you advances.

    one of your last daily rides? hmm. you move! can i have your flat?

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