My Dream to Be Free by Juergen Stollin

Author:Juergen Stollin
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Babelcube Inc.
Published: 2017-09-26T04:00:00+00:00

The donated bus and the customs officer

"I can give you a few dollars if you sell me the bus", the customs officer told me.

Thinking of the broken engine block and everything else to be repaired, I told him that I would give the bus to him as a gift. Thus he would not be able to come to later with something, that I had cheated him. Towing the bus and its disposal would have only cost me time and money.

I asked him to get me two train tickets for Salzburg and that I would pay for them. Next morning, I received the train tickets and signed a gift certificate.

Thus, the customs officer had a bus and I had one less thing to worry about.

Fortunately I was also able to send Sabrina with a truck driver, so I was able to swap the second ticket and had a bit of "pocket money", which I gave to Sabrina.

Later I heard that this man had taken a detour to drive Sabrina in front of her mother's house. I remember that this truck driver’s name was Josef and he was an Austrian. Sabrina wrote me a letter in which she told me this. Except for this loving letter, which I received later in Kabul, I never heard from Sabrina again, which is a pity.

Now I could clear the battlefield and drive to Salzburg. From Salzburg I drove to Munich and from there I headed for Neu-Ulm to Kässbohrer.

I could not drive to my parents, since I only had money to buy a bus again. This time I did not get any spare parts because it was a foreign vehicle, no "Setra", but a "Magirus".

I drove to Amsterdam and got a new load of hippies to travel to India and Nepal. On the way back from Nepal, I sold the bus in Afghanistan this time.

Since I did not want to fly again by "Ariana", I bought a ticket to Lahore in Pakistan.

From there, I traveled by taxi to Amritsar in India and by train to Delhi.

With a cheap ticket from the Student Travel, I flew to Frankfurt and by train to Neu-Ulm, where I was now a regular customer, a fairly exotic one, as people noticed. It was now the third time that I came to the limits of the playground.

During the last time when I had to go eastwards I had to push forward the bus, which I had given as a gift to the customs officer, some meters in front, because the half of the bus allegedly stood on the Yugoslavian area. If we push back the bus, the bus would below to the Yugoslavs.

The Yugoslavs also wanted to have the bus and only I was allowed to move the bus.

Since I was already on the Yugoslavian land, my hippies and I had to first complete the Yugoslavian formalities.

The hippies, who helped me in pushing the bus, were surprised that there was so much of bureaucracy.

And that day, at the border crossing, my bus purchaser came to me again but he was very angry and he showed it as well.

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