We’re asked for our Passports. Our driver is asked for his Driver’s License. He fumbles around his seat and in his bag before declaring that he doesn’t have it. It was lost. A year or two ago in the UK. WTF?!
“You idiot! Driving our kids around in another country, without a freaking Driver’s License! No wonder why I left your sorry *ss!” I screamed internally at this man who technically is my husband. (Very long story, for another day.)
My German is good – especially when something involves me. The ‘Polizei’ tell him that he cannot drive the car without a licence. It doesn’t matter that his mother lives an hour away and that he has two tired children and a very angry woman in the car.
Out jumps Juan. “Is everything ok here?” he asks knowing full-well it isn’t.
“This man has no license and cannot drive this car. And who are you sir?” the police ask.
“A very good friend of the family. I’m an Opera singer due to sing at the Theatre in just a few minutes.” He gave them a lot of detail! He charmed them. He sang a short song for them.
“Can you drive this car?” the police ask Juan. They have seen his licence and agree that we can go as long as he, the only adult with a Driver’s License on him, drives the car.
“Of course, I can!” He jumps into the driver’s seat on the right side of the car and begins fumbling around for the gear stick. He bids the police “Aufwiedersehen” hoping not to see them again! He drives off very nervously, unable to find gears. Car jerking.
“Take the gears!” He shouts to the idiot in the passenger seat. A joint effort. Roars of laughter. Huge sighs of relief when we finally arrive at the theatre 10 minutes into the show.
Juan bid us farewell, and we continue our journey to Dresden without a license, and thankfully without anymore Police stops.
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