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In the East, I could camp in city centres. Towns were still pocked with bomb sites and derelict lots which,<br />
as western prosperity began to seep in, were used as ad hoc car parks. In Dresden, I found a vast empty plot<br />
behind the station. In the far corner stood a single tree and a huge, white American car. I pulled Rula in close<br />
alongside it and went off to work.<br />
Late that night I was woken up by torchlight outside the window. “Th ieves,” I thought, realising how far<br />
away I was from any other apparent habitation. I was just about to turn the radio on, and talk to myself in a<br />
variety of loud voices to give the impression that Rula contained a posse of burly men, when something made<br />
me peek outside. All four doors of the white Chevvie were open, their inside panels had been removed,<br />
and – not one metre away – a man was stuffi ng the hollows with little plastic<br />
packages. Two others waited.<br />
Every movie I had ever seen about innocent witnesses to murder and<br />
mayhem replayed itself for me. I went from planning to be six burly men to<br />
wishing I was invisible. Dreadfully aware of misting-up windows, and that<br />
every movement seemed to make Rula creak, I crept out from under the<br />
duvet so that the bed looked empty, and pushed myself as close as I could<br />
against the wall. I stayed there, naked and terrifi ed, for more than two hours<br />
before the doors slammed and the Chevvie roared away.<br />
Of course, life wasn’t all brown rice and beans. Here and there across the<br />
country, the publishers had arranged a few free nights in luxurious hotels. I<br />
still remember those beds, every one of them. But the problem with really<br />
posh hotels is that breakfast is oft en not included in the overnight rate. And<br />
it costs – sometimes more than my weekly grocery allowance – so I’d slip<br />
out for a roll and coff ee at a cheap café nearby. Until I got to the Frankfurt<br />
Kempinski. A former country manor, the hotel is surrounded by a vast park,<br />
way out of town. Th ere was only one solution. Each morning, dressed in my<br />
jogging togs, I’d stride energetically through the lobby as if setting off on a<br />
run around the lake. Th en I’d sneak off to Rula at the farthest end of the car<br />
park, and boil myself an egg.<br />
“Graveyards<br />
were a boon:<br />
there is<br />
always a<br />
water tap,<br />
and usually<br />
good<br />
parking ”<br />
I spent winter in Bremen, writing up what I’d covered so far and teaching English to top up the<br />
coff ers. Next spring Rula and I set off again, but it took months more travelling and a second dark Bremen<br />
winter before the book was fi nished. Finally, almost two years to the day since we had set out, with Rula<br />
stuff ed to bursting with brochures, fi les and booklets, we aimed for the German border.<br />
By this time, she was beginning seriously and frequently to conk out. I made one last bargain with her:<br />
“Just get me home, and you can retire forever.” Rula kept her side of the deal. Just. Two blocks away from<br />
home, she suddenly stopped. Aft er a lot of coaxing, she spluttered on a bit, getting me to the front door. Next<br />
morning she wouldn’t start. And she never went again. At least, not to my knowledge. dge. Two months later, she<br />
was stolen – an act which at the very least must have involved towing her, or loading ng her up on to a lorry. But<br />
then Rula was worth that sort of eff ort.<br />
Rula had class. v<br />
Rodney Bolt’s guide to Germany is now out of print. He now writes biography and historical storical fi ction and has<br />
written travel articles for Th e Daily Telegraph, Vogue and Condé Nast Traveller. His s fi ctional life of Christopher<br />
Marlowe, History Play, was published by HarperCollins, and Lorenzo Da Ponte (a biography iography of Mozart’s<br />
librettist) is published by Bloomsbury. See rodneybolt.com.<br />
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