Germany... airport

It would be nice to say I’ve really been to Germany; however I’ve never been outside of their airport. Whenever traveling to France, we made a pit stop in Germany. You’re probably wondering why I’m writing about Germany if I’ve never exactly been there, but believe it or not being in their airport was one of the best times I’ve had… ever. Landing in Germany, we landed outside and had to catch a trolley to take us into the airport. This was new to me because any time I have flown we always would land next to a terminal. Taking the trolley to the airport was the first thing that I enjoyed because overall it was an extremely hilarious situation. I was just about the last person to squeeze onto this fully packed trolley and I was basically half on the stairs, and half on the bus driver. Everyone around me was speaking a different language and every time the trolley would go over a bump, it seemed as though people would shout out crude words in German and the driver would throw his hands up in the air and scream something back. This was so funny to me and I laughed the whole way to the airport lobby. Arriving at the airport lobby I noticed a kid my age sitting down waiting for his plane. I had about 6 hours until I was to catch my next plane so I had plenty of time to do nothing. I thought it would be interesting to strike up a conversation with a foreigner who I would never see again so that’s exactly what I did. His name was Alban and he was from Sweden. We got to talking and he told me stories of his childhood, some shocking and some similar to my own. I bring this up though because a story he told me will stay in my memory for many years to come. When he was a small child he lived in the country of Kosovo close to the border of Albania. One morning Serbian forces attacked his village and rounded up the families. He said that they put them in a line and he was closer to the end of the line. One by one the Serbian forces were shooting families down and leaving them for dead. Two families before Albans, they just stopped. He didn’t know why but he said he’s so thankful and lucky. The Serbian forces issues all the remaining families to leave, so Alban and his family moved to Sweden and that’s where he has lived ever since. I was so shocked by this story and it was very cool to learn about someone’s past and how they had been in a situation like that. Me and Alban are still very good friends and talk on skype from time to time. It’s funny that you can meet good friends in a German airport!