Allow me to remind you this song I fell in love with few weeks ago.
It turned out to be a prophecy!
This is what happened.
I had a bike accident.
Looking back, it is actually a miracle that I survived so long without having any:
After coming home by bike at NIGHT with NO LIGHT and listening to music really loud, which basically means biking blind and deaf at night (with some blood in my alcohol..)
After having had come home safe in many many rainy days...
After having had 3 bikes stolen...
(well,this is irrelevant but still to give you the idea about the dynamics of the bikes market over here...)
After speeding like Schumacher on the bike lanes, crossing red lights, ALWAYS listening to music really loud and breaking all rules what so ever
...
All that until THE DAY X
when it came out of nowhere-daylight, not breaking any rules,no music!, in a tiny street with no traffic and just a tiny bit of rain
I JUST DROPPED OFF.
And suddenly I found myself lieing on the ground, not feeling anything.
I saw parts of my bike flying around.
I saw stars and birds circling around my head too..
Just like in a Mickey Mouse episode.
I totally lost any idea of time and space...
First thought:
"Oh, shit. I gotta go to Berlin for a shoot today.I have a train to catch. How am I gonna go there if I broke something now?!?!"
First thing I did: I touched my face to see if it is still there, since the job was supposed to be just a face shot.
(I know what you think: "Models")
Once I made sure my face seemed to be normal, my teeth were there and I was not bleeding-NO PANIC!
Then, some girl, who eventually saw my "piroutte" came up to help me, collected some parts of the bike, lifted me up and pointed the way to some doctors.
Oh, and there approached this guy I passed few seconds before that happened.
I am sure he jinxed me!!!
Because he looked at me, but I didn't pay attention as well behaved princesses flying around on bikes are expected to do. Anyway, once he approached the place of the accident, he just LAUGHED OUT AT ME, gave me the meanest look with no sign of compassion whatsoever, and walked away. Jerk!
Only then I felt how much my arm hurt and suddenly started crying.
(I am a girl I am allowed to cry in public)
Eventually I managed to pull myself together and went to the doctor's building on the same street pointed by that girl. "Go to see a doctor!" Easier to say, than to do...
WHAT KIND OF DOCTOR DO I ACTUALLY NEED?!?!
From 5 different types of doctors, nobody saw themselves responsible for cases like mine. They told me I should go to see an "Unfallarzt"(accident doctor).
Great. So where do I find one of those!? I have a train to catch and pictures to pose for. Can't just somebody pleeeeaase tell me if my arm is broken or not? It hurts like hell and I can't move it.
In absolute despair and total pain I called two of my closest friends.
Both had some stuff to do.
The one even kindly offered to send me the address of some doctor close to her place.
I thought that was NIIIICEEE.
What else would you expect from a best friend when you think you are DIEing ALONE ON THE STREET- to send you the address of the doctor on their street, right?
I went home. Put some ice bags on my elbow. Suddenly a not-so-close-friend called unexpectedly. After I told her what happened, she didn't even wait for me to ask and suggested to take me to the hospital. Finally some decent humanity! Yeay!
And we went to see that UNFALLARZT.
First thing, the lady at the reception asked me: DID IT HAPPEN ON THE WAY TO SCHOOL?
School? Excuse me? Is this a doctor or a police station?
I had an accident.
Did she think I bailed school?
I didn't see any connection? Or did I hit my head that strong?
For other 10 mins she kept insisting and repeating the word:
SCHOOL SCHOOL SCHOOL SCHOOL SCHOOL SCHOOL SCHOOL
After overcoming all bureaucracy she finally let me see that doctor. Hallelujah!
He looked at my poor arm, started bending it in all directions, which, needless to say, was extremely painful and said: IT'S GONNA BE FINE IN 2-3 DAYS. GO HOME.
AND THAT'S IT?!?!? (I thought) I ALMOST DIED DOWN THERE. 2-3 days? That pain is gonna last a month AT LEAST.
And you need to x-ray it and bind it!!! (me still thinking)...
Didn't he ever watch EMERGENCY ROOM!?! Jeeez!!!!
And by the time, this felt really painful.
And just when I started thinking: What should I do with Berlin now? my agency called to inform me that the photographer just postponed the job. Nobody knew about my accident. And yet, the "universe" arranged everything. What are the odds?!?!
MORAL OF THE STORY:
1. You can't plan anything because all that seemed easy, and set up and so sure can change just within a second in a way you never imagined.
(ok, this is something everybody knows)
2. When it comes to friends- you might be surprised by both: who is there for you and who isn't.(not new either, but always good when you have the opportunity to test it)
3."Falling is the easiest thing in life, me myself I've done it a thousand times, getting up seems to be the trickier action" Oscar Wilde
-THE END-
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