It was a very strange night.
My sister and I went to bed around 12 in the same cabin with 2 more women. I had already had a bite and was annoyed of having possible fleas (flöhe) in the cabin of the train. But could see nothing so I tried sleeping. Soon had more annoyances and itches and reminded the days when I lived with bedbugs. Bedbugs are only active at night, eat human blod and are one of the most dificult home parasites to exterminate. They are less than 1 mm thick and they are transparent. They get a red/black dot inside of them when they have bit a human!
I woke up at 1am with bites and I had the instinct to look around. I developed this habit during about 6 months, and it became almost automatic. I mean, why was I turning on the light and looking obsessively in my bed, around the sheets, and pillow over and over for so many minutes in the middle of the night?
And there was the bedbug. It brings me terrible feelings of hate. But I am not disgusted by it. It can barely hurt, it only bites and that's all. But if it stays with one and it establishes at one's house you have to exterminate it with very poisonous methods. And still maybe it doesn't die. I'm sorry, I know this must be disgusting for you. I am very sensitive to their bites. Some people never react to them.
So I looked even closer at every bit of dust or lint or small rest of something in my sheets and there it was. A tiny bug, bringing all my memories. Once you locate a bug under the light it will usually not manage to escape. They are not fast walkers and they are very unconfortable in light environments. I let it walk - thinking what to do. Who should I tell?
I decide to kill it and tell the Schaffner and she decides to change my sister and me to another cabin. Once in the new cabin, only for us 2, to wagons further in the back of the train, we don't know if the bugs followed us. I had a jacket right by my head, where the bugs walked around. So I inspect it and find another smaller bug also with blood inside. I am scared that there are more. I kill it and look obsessively in everything. Find nothing else.
My sister and I spent 4 hours speaking before bed and now we are awake and alone and nervous and instead of sleeping we speak again. Until almost 5.
Finally at 7 we wake up and we realised we managed to sleep for 2 hours. It's very sad when I sleep so little. I get very vulnerable.
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I'm sad you have to go through that experience again, I know they get you first and I know how it feels for you to not have enough sleep. I'm happy you were with your sister at the time.
And you're right, it does bring back memories. Mostly for me, the time I "left" and we were in the private room sleeping together and we made those photo's where we both look like different beings. And even the pleasure of being woken up so I could fall asleep again with you didn't weight up to the sheer horidness of the whole situation. I remember you changed a lot then, and all of it was because of those damn things.
Yes, now it's coming back. We went to Barcelona at some point, and your mother asked us to put our clothes in bags on the balcony. Our last ride was a tourist into Barcelona, but we didn't realize for a while as we just asked him to take us over the border when we got stuck at the aire des catalans. Damn, I can't really seem to remember a lot about that hitchhike, I think you took a picture of the door at Michendorf. Maybe it was that trip that I tried to remove a hard spot under the tent, and when I digged in the dark it was a huge, wet and disgusting mushroom shaped like a brain? Or that might be the way back to Berlin after we both got sick in La Redorte....
It's nice having so much memories.
By D.N.
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