Seems to me I haven't written about my applying for the international driving license.
That was so funny indeed. They refused to take my photograph, though it was alright. Then they said that my surname will be spelled not the same way as in my foreign passport and I became furious.
Anyways I got my license later that day. And of course it spelled my last name as Asatryan. Geez.
I don't exactly remember the next day. I only can say it was really full.
The 2nd of September when I was supposed to relax before the trip I had to pack urgently, cuz dad said we were going to stay at my aunt's for the night. So we had to start moving at 4pm.
Both my bestest friends were giving a helping hand. Milena called on and was repacking my suitcase (cuz I wanted to take my IBIZA suitcase, and she said that all my things wouldn't fit in and took out my huge Boomerang one). And Masha was doing her best to cheer me up on the mobile loudspeaker.
Frau Larsson with Max and Moritz |
We moved on at about 5pm and arrived at my aunt's late evening. When everyone else went to bed, we stayed up whole night with my best bro, played UNO (I lost millions of times) and had a hilarious photoshoot with magic tricks and all.
Isn't this magic? :D |
When my dad got up Ara and I were both sad and tired.
At 6am we moved on after a very full breakfast with a hot sweet tea from a lovely Sweden cup.
Then I had a nice flight to Heathrow. And then it all began.
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