I Know Interpol Is All We Need

THE HEINRICH MANEUVER (1st Part)

Hi, this is 3rd part of my Interpol’s chronicle! I’ve just finished the translation so here the 1st part and 2nd part . Like I said before this is only a writing exercise to improve my English and also to express what I lived and felt when I met them, my point of view as a method of catharsis.  Thanks to all who read it and send me positives comments :D

And Thanks to etoilemaris who help me with the translation and with my grammar mistakes :D

It was the morning of November 9th, I woke up early even if I didn’t want to get up yet. Not only because I was dreaming but I knew that I had to do it, since it was going to be a very special day.

I had my morning routine which consists of breakfast, tidying up the flat and turned on the computer. I couldn’t leave the appartment because I was expecting my groceries to be delivered at noon. Anxious that they’ll be punctual. To stop some of the anxiety I was feeling, I kept myself distracted with odds and ends, reading some magazines, watching the news on TV and some old episodes of ‘Friends’, watered the plants, and prepare my purse: one big black & white Interpol photo, all my Interpol CDs, my camera, a purple sharpie, my mp4, all the supplies needed to save the memories.

In the matinee, I was tweeting with Dan, my tumblr and twitter friend, making some arrangements about today- I’ll meet her today after all these Twitter mornings chat- I’ll probably meet her at the hotel in the afternoon, chatting (more personal conversations) with Paola and Diana about their experiences in Colombia.

Noon time arrived and I was ready to go, donning a black top with white polka dots with black pants, black ballerina flats and my white watch. Of course, the delivery hadn’t arrived yet. Although I predicted that the Interpol guys wouldn’t show up before the noon, the same thing happened with Muse, but I was still foolishly hopeful they’d be when I arrive. I wasn’t sure.

Finally the groceries arrived, I sneered at the delivery guy, I must confess that not being punctual is a major pet peeve of mine and the supermarket is just a few blocks away from me. There’s no excuses for them to be late!

Well, I put everything away in the cupboard, then popped in my headphones and headed for the bus stop. Always an exercise in patience but the 64 bus finally pulls up to the curb.On the way there, the bus took a shortcut because there was a traffic-jam on “9 de Julio” Avenue.

I got to my destination early since I had to walk a couple of blocks to get to the hotel.

When I was in Puerto Madero, I followed the same route that I took the day before but I was taking short-cuts. I walked down the street, totally distracted while I was listening to Interpol with my earphones.

The workers took to the streets for their lunch break, coming out of the offices and buildings chatting. I was in front of the Faena Hotel, there wasn’t any suspicious activity, I kept walking down Juana Manso street, at a fast pace (that’s my beat) looking around and watching the trees. It was a sunnier day than yesterday. I got to the corner where I’m supposed to take a right onto Rosario Vera Peñaloza Blvd.

As I took the step onto the sidewalk on the street, I looked up what was in front of me. That was the moment when I saw him. And everything stopped.

Coming out the hotel, fully recognizable from 50 meters away. Wearing his “black suit with his sunglasses”. It was Daniel Kessler.

He was surrounded by a few fans who were waiting outside the hotel, and their silver vans parked on the street. I was mesmerized. It felt like The Heinrich Maneuver video, but luckily there wasn’t any moving buses or taxis ready hit me, when I came back to reality.