Arrived in Milan
Saturday, 3. February 2007, 20:00:00
I'm going to write my trip to Milan in real dates, so it's going to be easier for me to summarize the story.
I arrived in Milan Malpensa Airport at 8 pm and the challenge has started from that point on. Melpansa is an international airport but it's actually very "italian". I was following the signs for the ones who have just hand baggage and I found myself at the gates for transfer flights.
At the train station in city centre I supposed to meet my portuguese friend who is a trainee in Bonn and I supposed to text him my arrival time in city centre. But things didn't go on as I expected. I forgot my pin code to switch my mobile on and I couldn't use my turkish number because there is no money in it. I could text him from a passenger's mobile but my friend wasn't there as I got off the bus.
I waited for a while then I found a public phone but I couldn't reach my friend. In the meanwhile I was getting angry with italian telecom because all the explanations were in Italian. And then I gave up calling and decided to go to the youth hostel in which I couln't book a bed. As I went out of the train station I met some "kind" italian men. I'm kind of used to hear something from men as I'm walking on the street in Turkey. But in this case it was very annoying and frightening. They were not just saying something I don't understand since I can't speak Italian, they were coming closer to me. I wanted to turn back home at that moment but when I came to the hostel I felt much better. I went to bed still feeling unsafe.
I arrived in Milan Malpensa Airport at 8 pm and the challenge has started from that point on. Melpansa is an international airport but it's actually very "italian". I was following the signs for the ones who have just hand baggage and I found myself at the gates for transfer flights.
At the train station in city centre I supposed to meet my portuguese friend who is a trainee in Bonn and I supposed to text him my arrival time in city centre. But things didn't go on as I expected. I forgot my pin code to switch my mobile on and I couldn't use my turkish number because there is no money in it. I could text him from a passenger's mobile but my friend wasn't there as I got off the bus.
I waited for a while then I found a public phone but I couldn't reach my friend. In the meanwhile I was getting angry with italian telecom because all the explanations were in Italian. And then I gave up calling and decided to go to the youth hostel in which I couln't book a bed. As I went out of the train station I met some "kind" italian men. I'm kind of used to hear something from men as I'm walking on the street in Turkey. But in this case it was very annoying and frightening. They were not just saying something I don't understand since I can't speak Italian, they were coming closer to me. I wanted to turn back home at that moment but when I came to the hostel I felt much better. I went to bed still feeling unsafe.
