Public Transportation Love-Hate: A Copenhagen Love Story
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And so there I was, standing in the arrivals terminal of Copenhagen Airport. My girlfriend had invited me to visit Denmark over the December holiday. We were walking through the arrivals hall like post-trans-Atlantic-flight zombies, looking for her uncle. Then there he was. "Hi, Nezam," I said as we piled into his Citroen. It would be one of only two car rides I took in the next month.
I mean, why would we take the car? It was a bitch to park the thing, and gas probably cost more than beer, which in Denmark is--sadly--expensive. So the girlfriend and I would take the bus or the metro to get where we needed to go.
Actually, I should rephrase that. I would take the metro, since she decided to ditch me the minute we started staying with her family in Copenhagen. There I was, in Europe, trying to be the gracious guest of someone who apparently no longer cared about me. The newly-opened metro was my only buddy.
Sleek beyond all get-out, sexy and there when I needed it, the subway reminded me of my girlfriend when she was on the other side of the pond. I lived for the automated voice on board the driverless trains, "Naeste Station: Kongens Nytorv." That's where I'd get out and transfer to the bus. I lived to hear that sweet voice as the metro glided toward my stop. The only thing that killed me is that I'd be going home not to her, but to my lover.
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