Have I already mentioned that I went to Frankfurt today in order to buy black socks? I figured the MTZ (the nearest mall) would be too busy and there wouldn’t be any parking place to be found, hence I took the train to Frankfurt.
(Okay, so I also wanted to find out whether Hugendubel had Christine Feehan’s latest release in stock.) (They hadn’t. Duh.)
As I walked up the street to the British Bookshop, I noticed two guards positioned at the entrance of the carpark of the stock exchange.
“Hm,” I thought and continued walking up the street.
Next thing I saw were three policecars (full of policemen and -women) coming down the street.
“Hmmm,” I thought and proceeded to step into the British Bookshop. (They didn’t have Feehan’s SAFE HARBOR either, but I discovered Rupert Everett’s autobiography. Looked interesting, but somewhat too expensive. Will have to order online.)
Afterwards I walked back to the Zeil (the main shopping mile in Frankfurt) and thereby passed by the stock exchange: the entrances were all blocked and several guards stood, well, guard in a rather worrysomely serious way.
Now I became really nervous — if there was a demonstration somewhere (but for what sort of demonstration would they close down the stock exchange??), I really didn’t want to be caught up in it. Especially considering all those guards around.
Still, I decided I would buy some black socks first before I went back home. Looked at bags, bought socks, went into the underground station — and there were more people than usual. And several trains were postponed or cancelled.
And then finally, I found out what was wrong in Frankfurt today: there was a NPD demonstration in one of the suburbs (NPD is the name of a German party; they are basically right-winged radicals) and a counter demonstration. And it was thought there might be some riots and unrest in the inner city afterwards.
And what’s more: when I finally came home, I found out what happened to my old black socks: they were all still in the Newcastle suitcase. *head desk*