Well, this was a first impression

WELCOME TO GERMANY! 🇩🇪

Buckle up and be ready for a circus of a blog post.


Well… something happened. Didn’t go as planned. First time in Germany and this happened:

I wasn’t allowed to board my flight back to Sweden.

I broke my foot. Yes, you read that correct.

How? I fell down the stairs after getting off the plane while walking to the transit bus.

The struggle was real. I didn’t get any help from anyone. I asked for help. Nothing. So I had to walk though the whole entire airport to get to me gate by myself which has caused my foot to be in more pain and swollen up til a size of bigger than a tennisball. The lateral malleolus ➤ outer ankle bone.

On the plane, one of the flight attendants noticed how much pain I was in, so I had to tell them what had happened. They immediately told me I couldn’t fly. They asked if I’d seen a doctor, and I said no.

Boom. The whole shebang happened.
A whole team of… I don’t even know how many people showed up. Ambulance, airport staff, and even the police.

I cried and cried. I apologized and cried even more. Panic attack and the whole shebang.

So now I’m at the ER, confirmed. Two places.

I don’t know when I’ll be able to go back to Sweden.

All I know is that right now… I just want to go home.