Move out and don’t panic
written by Elisabeth Mansel in Germany on Sunday, the 16 July 2017, last update on Saturday, the 29 July 2017
Moving out sounds easy, right? Usually everything went well, when I moved to another place in Germany. But the last time leaving Germany for a year, 15 years ago, was full of complications. Why should it be different now? My mother, her boyfriend, my brother and I had left Germany, when I was 10 in 2002. We had been moving to Greece for one year. The first problem arose in our home country Dresden. The river Elbe was in flood. Everyone, who offered help and a place to stay, if we would stand homeless underwater somewhere, was on the wrong side of the river. We were lucky, didn’t get wet feed, were able to cross the bridge all the time and got a place to stay until our tour started. Later while driving to the ferry in Italia the exhaust pipe of my mom’s car broke. We weren’t able to let it be fixed until we arrived in Greece. There was so much more to worry about, than normally. But this time we were not leaving Germany with a car and there is no big river in Karlsruhe. So, what could go wrong?
The day moving out
Nearly everything was packed and put in our storeroom. Our plan was to sort all the stuff, which was left, at the home of Frieder’s parents. So we had to take it all with us to Schwerin. Frieder still owned a car, so it also was possible to carry all that stuff. Some things still needed to be taken to the storeroom after cleaning the flat, like the hoover. At first we had to bring some bigger garbage to the recycling centre. We were driving with open windows and on the way back home I noticed a strange sound of fast dripping water. The car stopped and we could see the fluid dripping below the motor. Frieder sniffed at the little puddle. It had no smell. Hopefully it was just water. We stopped at the next car repair shop, but they couldn’t tell us, if anything was broken. Right now we weren’t able to do anything to solve this problem, so we started to load everything into the car. I went in the cellar to pick up the car summer wheels. They were too heavy to carry them all at once. So I put the first one in the boot of the vehicle. The second wheel was unwrapped. I was busy trying to pack it in the wrapping. Somehow the wheel pushed a few times against the wood wall of the cellar. Bang! Something big and heavy hit my head. „Oh, fuck! Damn it!“ Next to my left side laid that stupid piece of wood, which had hurt me. My head felt a bit dizzy. I inspected the hurting back of my head with my hands to find out, how much I was injured. On my hands was blood and dirt. I left everything as it was, went upstairs and told Frieder, what happened. After he had obeyed my order to close the doors of the cellar and the flat, we went to our nearby doctor. According to the sign, the doctor’s surgery should be closed at the time we arrived there. Nevertheless we rang the bell. The door opened. At least we were a bit lucky. I told them about the accident and then I had to wait for the doctor. We didn’t know how long, I would have to stay there, so we decided, that Frieder could go back to the flat and pack the rest. Later the doctor asked me, what had happened. At first he didn’t saw the wound, because it was on the back of my head. When he had found it, he meant: „I have to cut your hair around the wound.“ While cutting the hair, he added in a sad voice: „I feel sorry, that I must cut that long good-looking hair.“ „Ah, I don’t care. It grows back.“ There was only one thing, I was still worrying about. I prayed that the wound wasn’t too big and I only would get a sticking plaster. The doctor was still cutting my hair. „You don’t have to stitch it, right? It’s just a lacerated wound.“ „Well, I don’t know yet. I need to take a closer look first.“ After he had freed my wound from hair, he mumbled: „There is a 2 cm long cut in your head. I have to stitch it.“ „Oh, no.“ I don't like needles. The last time my head has been stitched, wasn't a nice experience. The doctor gave me a local anaesthesia around my wound and let me wait for nearly 45 minutes. I was glad that the stitching didn't hurt at all. "You need to get your stitches out in 7 to 9 days." "Ok, allright. But I will go to another doctor, because from tomorrow I won't be in Karlsruhe any more." As fast as possible I went back to my flat to help Frieder with the packing. It surprised me that I had been over two houres at the doctor's office. We had to hurry up, because of the unexcpected delay. Frieder also needed to left the flat to get his water dripping car checked. Gladly the flat was ready to leave just in time. Later it turned out, that the "broken" car wans't damaged at all, it was just dripping rain water and the landlord was statisfied by the flat's conditions. Just moving out and don't panic.