GoT.S02.E01
i am in europe and all i want to do is watch game of thrones. its 2025 and im already up to season 2. i want to know. what happens to arya? whats up with joffrey? and how bout ned stark? dead, or what?
i know i should be enjoying my time in the pinnacles of western society. its pretty nice, but i have discovered somewhere even more magical than the courtyards, cathedrals and autobahns. i have discovered the enchanting world of westeros, a world untouched by the political anxieties of our times.
i hate being a muggle. i wish i lived in game of thrones. i know i should have watched the show 14 years ago. i know i should have gone to europe then too. but when you have glasses and bad hand eye coordination, one has to set themselves apart from their peers. i also wanted to leave this path to my near-twin brother. when you have a brother, you are like the cloven viscont, the italian nobleman who got split in two by a cannon ball. one half lives his best life, and the other mopes about. i moped and messed around for 31 years, but i found it meaningful. the meaning has come to a dead end. i decided to give europe and game of thrones a go, and man, i have sure been missing out.
europe is pretty good. ive been here for 4 days. the only problem is, it is no match for game of thrones. i watched season one on the plane, and i wish i could watch season two. at a flea market by the brandnburg gate, i found it on dvd. it was ten euros, but everything here costs an arm and a leg. then i realised i had no way to watch it.
my hostel has a tv in the smokers room. no dvd player, just chromecast. i went to reception to ask if the dvd player was locked behind the desk in case of theft but they said no. i explained to them my problem. one of them said they had hbo max and could stream it for me. i told him s02e01.
when i got to the smokers room, the theme was playing. the smokers were confused by the sudden intrusion. i said i hope you dont mind if i watch my show. they said no worries, but then when the theme was over, they kept on talking and i couldnt hear what the characters were saying. i didnt want to shush them, thatd be rude, so i went to the telly and turned it up to max. the smokers got the message. i managed to watch 5 minutes when one of the smokers knocked over his beer bottle which shattered on the tiles. there was much cursing and scrambling around. when i looked back to the telly i had missed a critical plot, i had no idea what was happening. the started talking loud and one was smokers was laughing in a barbaric falsetto. i looked back at them with a pained expression and they talked quiet again.
no ventilation in the smokers room. my airways were being euthenised with a pillow. but i know better than to make a big fit of coughing. that is passive aggressive behaviour, so i swallowed them in. then i smelt some new smoke. the smoke smelt like fresh herbs. i looked over and saw them passing around a big cigarette. ah. well, all my life i have ignored game of thrones, i have ignored europe, and i have ignored drugs. where has it got me. ive gone all this way just to arrive as my self and i am at my wits end.
i asked if i could have a puff. they passed it to me and i took a big drag, as deep as i could go. then my lungs felt like one of danerises eggs, ready for the hatching. i could no longer bottle in the coughing. i coughed and coughed for three minutes straight, but then in the hostel smokers room i felt a bliss i have never felt. i no longer cared about anything. not even game of thrones. i was glad to be in the room with the flashing of the telly and the jovality of the amokers. i looked up at the ceiling and thought, if this isnt bliss, then what is? i fell asleep.
i woke the next day on the couch very greasy and covered in ash. i looked at my watch. i had slept fifteen hours. the best fifteen hours of my life, for in my dreams i had dreamt the entire second season of game of thrones. i wont spoil anything, but its true what they say. game of thrones is a really good show.
when you travel you really do find yourself