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I was going towards border control, when i was pulled over by a police officer who wanted to know, what was my business in his country. After politely explaining everything again, i waited on another big line..and passed the "border". To my utter astonishment it turned out that they allowed me to stay in the USA until the end of April next year, which was the original idea...why they didn't do that in the first place back home is still unknown...

      And here i was, in America, the good old US of A. Everybody in Eastern Europe has heard some stories, or just watched too many movies, so back home, they still believe in the American dream. When they hear "USA",  their association of course  is: cheap goods, earning lots of money for doing nothing, and shopping until exhaustion. The reality is quite different but i will get to that later on. I picked up my suitcase and headed for the exit, there i was supposed to meet a friend of my mum's called Tedy, and together we were going to explore Manhattan. The problem was, i wasn't able to find him...I called his number, but nobody was answering, i even made a call to Bulgaria, to find a way to reach him from there. After 15 minutes we sort of looked at each other and immediately recognized each other.

 " I called your phone, how come you didn't pick up?," i said.
" I haven't heard it, let me check..", he answered

       It turned out, that his phone was missing, and we headed through torrential chilling rain towards the car in the hope that we will find it there. The car was a brand new rental "Chevy Camaro", and was absolutely gorgeous! On first look we didn't find the phone, and he went out in the rain to track his steps, and maybe find some trace of it. And of course 2 minutes after that i found it, between the console and one of the seats. He got back, started the car, and we headed towards the "Lincoln Tunnel". Guess what happened next ? The fuel light came on! Tedy misjudged the amount of fuel he will need to get to the airport and back, since this car had a beast of an engine, that wasn't surprising. We asked for a gas station at the toll booth, and feathered the throttle in that direction.