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Ziel climbed out of his Austrian friend's nice rental car, hustling to avoid the conversation, he knew Rudiger wanted to castigate a piece of his mind on Ziel. "( Nachste zeit, du fragen mich. zu kommen mit dich . zu ein fremdes Land . Ich bin verlassen dich ausserhalb .der baulichkeiten, erwachsene nutzen .) Next time you ask me to come with you to a foreign country, I am leaving you out side the buildings grown ups use", actually Rudiger was the same age as Ziel, but he was more of a skirt chaser than susceptible to spontaneous actions like Ziel. "(du sehr froh sein . ich hatte der richtig denkweise. zu weg bleiben der holle von dich. um der mietwagenfirma. Der vertreter, tat kein weiss ich war mit dir .) You be very happy, I had the right mind to stay the hell away from you in the rental car shop. The representative, didn't know I was with you, when he threw your ass out."

"(du bedeuten dich hatte zu verwenden der toilette. um ein bequemer zeit. ich mag stell.) You mean you had to use the bathroom, at a convenient time, I might add.", Ziel held back a laugh, but it was there, locked behind his lips. Ziel spoke with what sounded more like a dutch person trying to speak German type accent. His expression conveyed the tender sympathy he felt for others, "You weren't there, the little kid was so upset. I am so weak to sorrow. He pointed right at that car... and I tell you, he said that French thing was so ugly, it burned his brain to think about it. it was the car making him weep, it did some other stuff to him, but he said those parts in French. I dont know french, but I had TOOOO help". Ziel's face remained maudlin, which was in part to the minor stop he enjoyed at a bar before going to rent a car. He was exclusively reminiscing about the damage he gave the particular car that had bothered the child at the rental store. It's not really clear why the child hated that car, or what it happened in it, but Ziel took it upon himself to put some dents in it, and run before the security jumped him.

"I am a people person.", Ziel noded his head with all the honesty he could call forth in his facial expression. Rudiger shook his head, leaned over to Ziel's side of the car, and gripping the door handle, "People person. Ich glaube nicht, diese.. verwesen".

Ziel grasped the door above the window frame, as he smiled brightly, "Dont forget to find me a motorcycle".

Rudiger pulled the door shut, just after responding, as Ziel withdrew his hand from door, "Dont expect me to be at my hotel, I going to be with sleeping with some French gals, before I find you a motorcycle." Ziel occupied himself with retrieving his luggage from the back of the car, placing it on the ground a few inches from the car, and shut the door behind him.

Ziel glanced at the La Escuela de la Vida castle from the corner of his eyes, he frowned a bit at all the foliage draping the castle, it was pitiful compared to the lively greens of his home country. He didn't hate the trees and the greens, and their absence of reds and orange shades, he rather felt sorry for them. Behind him Rudiger drove off, as Ziel approached the castle door, hauling his two large bags of luggage by each hand. A few knocks or centuries later, Merisse finally returned to the front door. Ziel swallowed anxiously, his lips pursed before he stopped Merisse in her mid greeting, and addressed her with a polite tone, "Hi I am Gisil Buechel. I dont know french. I am not German , thank god, but the language is my natural tongue".

"Fair enough, I will speak to you in Deutsch, if you like. Follow me please, some of the others are already waiting.", Merisse didn't seem offended by Ziel's initial reproach to French, it was not likely Ziel would avoid learning the language as he spent time at the school. "It is ok, my country is big on teaching us to speak English as well.", Ziel regretted the last statement, as it was sensible that the students would be speaking French or their own languages as oppose to English of all things.

Ziel stood nervously at the conference room door way, after Merisse escorted him to the doors and opened them up to the other exchange students already engaging in social propriety. Ziel had never gone further than his good neighbors the Swiss and Austrians, and by all means he never wanted to visit Germany. He couldn't even guess at what the nationalities of each student was, and the languages flowing through the room were making him even more shy, his face turned a bit red with embarrassment. He heard one Belgium boy speak french, but the male didn't resemble any of the locals Ziel had seen, he was almost certain the boy wouldn't be in the exchange student room if he was French. Well look at that, I was slightly late, and I am already falling behind