The night hower, was endless. I cycled and cycles without getting wieder zurück. Finally I found myself almost in Nienburg! Totally unnoticed I had took the wrong turn somewhere. Being lost at night on an highway is not funny. Happily there was Linsburg, the most unknown smallest town but with the nicest hotel owner. She let me sleep in a room for only 15 euros (all I got with me) if I didn't had breakfast. A room with shower, television and a bed for which I was so greatfull. The next morning, I drove home the easiest way and got there within an hour. An adventourous trip of almost 60 km for Sheakespeare - his play was worth it :)

Meanwhile, the family was on holidays. They went for 2 weeks to the Danish island Romo. I missed them, so I had to listen to other germans during dinner - Otto Waalkes and the Wise Guys, delightful. You must hear them. Then I went to Enschede.
An unexpected visit to my university city, cause I needed to discuss my paper with my thesis teacher. Afterwards I was warmly recieved at "the flat" for dinner and organic gartens and nexus, and I stayed there to enjoy the next day with willem, and took the train back in the evening. Two days later, the family came home and they had a suprise for me: Gunnar could say my name! "Siwwia" sounded at least some more like it, than "Uwha".. suddenly my strange nickname was gone! I don't know how they did it - without anyone speaking dutch there - but somehow he must have remembered me :)
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