In Greece we had arrived in Polychronos. We took a look around the village and met an exuberantly sweaty tourist who was pushing a heavy moped or light motorcycle. It turned out to be a German and the Peugeot offroad turned out to be rented. We walked with him to the rental location. There was a Greek, film-beautiful young man in a convincing conversation with his cell phone. In his free hand he had a cigarette with which he waved frantically. An equally beautiful blonde stood hand-rubbing.
All stress
When we got eye contact, she shouted in a strong Austrian dialect, phonetically but convincingly:Fúúúúrgterlich!, Dass everything is fúúúúúrgterlich! ”The beautiful boy shot his cigarette between the fingers and grabbed a fresh one from the box in his breast pocket. The show went on for a while. The angry German tourist dropped the Peugeot where he stood and ran off angry. Blondie called again "Fúúúúúrgterlich! "and made half-hearted attempts to lift the moped. The most beautiful man in Greece, meanwhile, grabbed a fresh cigarette.
All cases of damage
We saw that there were around fourteen mopeds and scooters on the site. We saw flat tires, sliding damage. Disassembled parts. We became mildly interested. After a lot of spectacle, the cell phone was put away and another cigarette came out of the breast pocket. To make a long story short: Christo was an 28 year old student with a rich dad. A very rich daddy, we were repeatedly assured.
And vacation job
Magdalena was his Austrian, almost fiancé. That just had to be communicated with Pappa. In the meantime, the university was closed due to holidays and Christo had decided to take up the moped, scooter and motorbike rental. So he had, briefly sponsored by Daddy, bought a dozen two-wheelers in different flavors. He had rented it out here, from the garden of one of the family's holiday homes. Now, after ten days of entrepreneurship, more than half of his rental fleet was wing lamb as he bitterly noticed as he unzipped a new pack of cigarettes and stuck one in his mouth.
Christo, no matter how talented he was, could not unscrew the fuel cap. And what to do with a flat tire? Or a steering wheel that is crooked due to a fall? And now that German again! “Unbelievable! Just let that stupid tourist drop my motorcycle on the floor in front of me! It was that I was calling my father! ”Another cigarette.
Anyway
We noticed that he did not ignite things, but rather ate it. He had an explanation for that. He was so stressed that he smoked four packs a day. He had stopped because of coughing. He then came up with the 'kalt rauchen'. He did the entire smoking routine without lighting the cigarette. We invested a day for repair work on his fleet. Christo therefore paid for our food and lodging. His Magdalene stopped wringing hands. And "Fúúúúúrgterlich" just turned out her stop word. Christo became relaxed. He grabbed another cigarette. And lit it. Anyway.