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A stranger in Town…
An average traveler, going to London, expects that at least the large railway stations are interlinked by direct connections? Forget it! Well, I should have known, the nightmare Paris with its terminus stations, is mirrored across the Channel, apparently.
I had arrived with the Eurostar at a station named Saint-Pancras. I had booked a hotel close to Saint Pancras Station (in a place I am unfamiliar with, I feel more comfortable close to the (emergency) exit). After my arrival, I first registered, and then, I took on to our meeting point, the Red Lion. Here it went wrong! My destination would be, of course, what would you expect, where else : Charing Cross Station!
But to my horror, there was no direct link between Saint Pancras and Charing Cross! I then informed how I would get there. Mind you! The people were all very friendly and helpful! But I did not understand what they were telling me! It was too complicated! Taking two or three underground lines, or this or that bus line?
I finally tried my luck with an underground line to the only place that sounded familiar to me : Leicester Square! From a long way to Tipperary! One needs an Irishman to guide you through London.
Arrived in Leicester Square, I made my way to Charing Cross by feet. In Huxley’s ‘Brave New World’, it is called ‘Charing T’ station, but, as we all know, a T-cross works as well as a Latin cross.
I make my way south now. Suddenly! I get confused! Am I on the right way?
“Are you looking for something, Mister Johnson!?” a policeman suddenly asks me, friendly and helpful.
“Is that Parliament, over there?” I ask?
“Yes, Mister Johnson! Sure! Parliament is the building over there!”
“Thank you, Sir!” I reply and walk on.
Now, here is the source of my confusion. I had seen Big Ben ahead of me! In my own mind map of London, I always had imagined that Big Ben was on the right bank of the Thames, and that the classic view of the tower with Westminster Bridge was taken from the left bank. So, I am on the right bank, of course, and in my mind I was on the wrong side, since actually, the left bank is the right bank for me, whatever…. Of course, Parliament Street is where Parliament is! Or no? If I would have been Winston Churchill, I would have assigned a Parliament Street on the opposite bank of the Thames of where parliament actually was, to confuse Nazi intelligence! So, my confusion was logic, after all!
But that ‘Mister Johnson’!?
I am dressed in my daily, casual way. There was no dress code for the meeting (at least, you’ll never know where it will end up), so I thought, I just go there as I am in daily real life! Now, I have the habit to go to the barber’s every three months to cut my hair. Trouble is, I usually skip every second of them. Now, if you also know that my hair comb is usually deeply buried in my backpack,… Last year, when I visited my parents, and I had once more skipped the one in two visits to the barber shop, my mom had said she had not recognized me first, and she had thought that Boris Johnson was at her door!
But, serious now! I can see the Red Lion in the distance ahead of me. The meeting place of the ‘Society for the Study of Applied Roman Penal Law’, or how you name it. As I walk on, I get doubts. After all, I am growing elder, I am not familiar with London, maybe they’ll find me just boring?
I am on my way to people I only know from an online namesake and an avatar. This time, it is planned to see each other for real! Now, the ‘Society’ is not a club of bookworms, studying old scrolls and manuscripts. ‘Applied Roman Penal Law’ has much deeper water! For years, we have discovered each other’s deep and dark fantasies, online. Now the heads in which these dark fantasies hide, will be unveiled. Shall this not be too confronting? Is this something that I want? Is it a good idea to go on with this?