Day 1 ( Thursday )

Dave picked me up at the airport at 8-ish am.
What I did not know at this time: He was not even able to figure out his own name by this time of day. Next day Val told me that Dave never ever gets up that early.
So this must have been the first proof for our later beginning of friendship.

After about half a mile of walk we ended up at the parking lot where Dave had put his rusty old van.
While getting closer to that van suddenly beside the van a boot of a BMW-sportscar opened up automatically and I thought: * Look at this asshole, driving such a lovely car and will not be able to put in my suitcase in the boot. Thank god that Dave showed up with his good old van.

Shit it was!...................because it was Dave who pressed the button of the key to open the boot of HIS BMW !

First time ever I drove in a 12-cylinder-car. And Dave did not even have the chance to push the pedal to the metal. Loads of traffic were on our way until we reached our destination Inverkeithing after nearly three quarters of an hour.

My 11 horse powered Ape would have done this within 10 minutes................poor BMW!

After unloading the car we set out for lunch and first time ever I got in contact of what they call *Haggis*.
Tastes like minced meat with spices, but in the evening Google told me its ingredients.

Good Thing I only had a taste from Dave's lunch instead of having it as a main dish.

After lunch we returned to Dave's house, drinking some ice-cold tins of Diet Coke when suddenly a stranger appeared at the backdoor, trying to enter the house obviously without any permission.

German as I am, I told him: *Who are you to enter this private estatement without any permission !?*

This man walked straight up to me, shook my hand and said: * I am permitted, because I am John. Nice to meet you, Matt.*

Obviously he must have known that I was the guest from *the other Europe*.

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This dashed line above is not just a line.
It is a time-line.

The man named John started to feel *at home* right from the beginning of his intruding from the back door.
What I never will forget:
He showed up with a kind of a jerry can in his hand, containing approx. 3 liters of red wine.

And he started to open it right at the very same minute he arrived, opened a cupboards door, took out a glass and filled it up with the red liquid of his can.

He was dressed in shorts, wearing a simple t-shirt. Barely shaved he had a mustache.
I noticed up from the very first sight that he must not have been a man of honor.

At exactly this time I started to look at myself..................wearing shorts, a simple t-shirt, last time shaved myself about a week ago................... that was the time I stopped searching for the bad things of this intruder.

I think that was the moment when I told myself to want to have this ..............is he called *a man*?...............to have this *individuum* to be my friend.

John...............I hope you agree with my words:
After a few minutes we both found out that we supposed to be friends, didn't we?