About French DJs and a German fried

Last week my best friend from Germany visited me. There aren’t any words to describe how happy I was to see her again.  When you are all by yourself in another country you can get homesick quite easily and having your best friend coming over is the best cure you can get!

She arrived on Thursday night so obviously we were quite tired on Friday but that didn’t stop us from having a nice big walk. We went to Crystal Palace Park. In my opinion it is one of the most beautiful parks in London. For lunch we had Vietnamese. I love Vietnamese food! I wanted to take a picture and post it here but as soon as my food arrived all I could think of was start eating it. Immediately!

Friday night we had tickets for Klingande who played at the Electric in Brixton. For those of you who don’t know them, they are French DJs and in my opinion (and I’m sure a lot of people will agree)  really good ones . Here is the link to their SoundCloud https://soundcloud.com/klingande 

 The event was called Klingande and Friends. I had no clue who the so called friends were but they knew how to make the crowed go crazy for sure. For my ticket I paid 24£ but I was quite late with ordering it so it was more expensive. I really enjoy going to the Electric. It is not a really big club but the people who work there are always friendly and the crowed is always crazy, the drinks aren’t really expensive and the toilets are clean. I think that’s a great combo!

When Klingande started to play me and my friend went upstairs so that we can have a better view on the stage. I’m pretty sure if I would have been downstairs I would have ended up smashed. The people were jumping and dancing but there wasn’t really space for it. It was just getting crazy down there and ridiculously full.

Still tired from the last late night, we decided to leave after Klinagde finished which was around half past 3am if I remember it correctly. By now I was so tired I was afraid I would fall asleep right there in the club with all the loud music around me.

I had an amazing night and I enjoyed Klingande a lot but I think I would have a great time anywhere as long as my friend would have been with me. I really missed going out with her and having her around. That is probably the hardest part of going a broad your friends and your family stay home…

I miss her already!

                                                                                  

  

My worst experience

I had a long break from writing entries for this blog but I had a writer’s block and to be honest it’s still here but the other night something happened to me and I just feel like I have to share this experience.

I visited a friend on Sunday and I took the train back home. It wasn’t late … just around 7pm and they were a lot of people around. When I left the station I noticed two young girls kind of hanging around there. One of them was wearing a fake beard… probably that’s the only reason why they caught my attention.  

Thy started following me and at every street light they came oddly close to my bag and I was all the time thinking what is wrong with them…

For 15 min that went on. Then when I was nearly home they started talking with me. At this point no one was around anymore. Asking what phone I have… I acted like I couldn’t understand them and turned the corner into my street. Then it kind of escalated … the one girl pushed me against the wall of a house and strangled me with one hand… I was just so shocked that this is happening right now. The girl was saying something about counting till five… the other girl with the fake beard acted like she had a gun in her pocket what she obviously didn’t had. After all we are in England and not in America…

The one who strangled me needed the other hand to cover her mouth because she was laughing. They were trying to rob me but weren’t able to stay serious!

Maybe that was the reason why all of a sudden I got confident again … I told them that “I’m not going to give them my f*cking phone”. Then I pushed the girl who had her hand on my throat away. She then kicked me in the guts so I started screaming. I run away and when I turned around I saw them disappearing behind the corner …

I was shaking and crying when I entered the house… I can’t really remember how I opened the door or what was happening… I just remember my host dad trying to calm me down and that he called the police. They asked some questions on the phone and in about 10 min they were already at our house asking even more questions. What happened, how the girls looked, what I remembered, how I feel,…

It was a horrible experience for me and I think I’ve never been this scared before! The feeling of being totally helpless and those girls just laughing and thinking this all is a joke is what makes me feel sick about all of this the most.

Of course things like that and even worse stuff happen all around the world but I never thought I would became a victim of it…

Looking back I think the best thing I did was to give those girls some attitude back and of course screaming. If you ever get in a situation like that (what I really hope you won’t) try to stay confident and don’t show that you are scared! Try to scream and to get peoples attention.

And if you have the feeling someone is following you look out for other people around and just walk straight up to them and tell then you think someone is following you and ask for their help. Our society might be messed up but I’m sure (or at least I really hope so) most of the people wouldn’t hesitate a second to help you!