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The last two days have been like....redundant!  .... Think of the movie, "Groundhog Day," and you'll soon see what I mean. 

Both Monday and today were highly reminiscent of one of my fellow bloggers' little adventure back on November 3rd.  You can read about Fraus' experience at http://fraukmwest.blogspot.com/  in her "West Family Adventures" Blog. 

 Little did I know when I read about her run in with the customs officer on November 3rd that I would be retracing her steps a week later....well almost. 

 Different German villages--different contraband (ok, I guess only mine is considered contraband) --but the same questions from the German Customs Officer; however,with a decidedly different outcome for both of us.

In her case it turned out well, :-) 

In mine? 

Well, lets just say that I'm lucky I'm not in jail right now, :-)

I have broken the law.

This is pretty ironic given that my former career was a staff member at the State Rehabilitation and Corrections in Ohio. 

Heck, I haven't been out of the slammer even a full year yet and here I am in a foreign country unknowingly committing a crime! 

Well, Frau was worried about her German language skills when she confronted her nemesis,  but be forewarned--as of yet, I have NO German language skills whatsoever.  (My classes don't begin until after the holidays in January.)

 "Bitte," and "Danke," go fairly far in public, but tell it to Customs--umm, NOT advisable.

To make a r-e-a-l-l-y long story short, Monday I had to take a train and the underground subway from my village of Pasing-Obermenzing to Gaching, about a 45 minute journey to pick up a parcel my daughter-in-law mailed to me from the U.S.  When I got there, the Post Office had closed by 4:30 pm. 

 "Ok," I squirmed, "Let's do this again tommorrow."

 Today, I took the same train and underground subway back to Gaching, only much earlier, just to learn that I was in Gaching alright, but not Gaching-Hochbrueck. ( ??) Whoda thunk?

To add to my consternation, three different people in the queue behind me, all speaking German, were trying to give me directions to Gaching-Hochbrueck.  All I could gather was something about another form of transportation--Oh, a bus.

Just when I was about to give up, my knight-in-shining-armor (no not my husband) showed up.  (But more about him later). 


 Fifteen minutes later and I'm at the right Post Office ready to get my parcel.

It was then that I learned that I had smuggled in drugs from another country.  Now how did I not know that this was illegal?  How did my German doctor not know this?  How did my American doctor not know either?  After all, we all worked together on this scheme.

It all started when I learned that we have American Health Insurance--not German Health Insurance.  So, the logical thing to do, in my mind at least, was to have my American doctor fill my monthy prescriptions, my daughter-in-law pick them up from the pharmacy and pop them into the mail to send to me overseas, here in Munich.  Brilliant!

That way, each of the four medications I take monthly would only amount to around $80.00 per month as compared to the price of the same prescriptions being filled here in Germany (without insurance) costing around $1,000.00 per month.  A no-brainer, right?

WRONG!!

It appears that there is a German law that does not allow any medications to be posted from overseas.  All prescriptions must be filled by a German pharmacy.  End of story!

Now, I can get them filled here, pay (up the nose), and then get the Americans to reimburse me....say in the next millenium, maybe.  But that is how it has to go, unless I want to be on "Germany's Most Wanted."

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Tomorrow, I get to do the train again to the city center and try to appeal to the government to allow me to have this parcel.  I have been informed, however, that it is quite possible that they will deny my appeal.  On the chance that they show mercy and let me have them, I will have to wait until they contact Berlin. If the capital city of Germany gives them the "ok," they will post them to me-- this one time only--with the caveat that I will never try to smuggle drugs into the country again.  (Folks, we are talking about blood pressure and cholesterol pills here...not pain killers or hallucinogens, although the former would have come in handy after this debacle.)

OH!  The knight-in-shining-armor?  I know I shouldn't have, and in America I never would have, but there was this charming (and handsome) man in line who spoke perfect English, although was German, who said he worked in Gaching right across from the Post Office and would I like a lift?  Well....a gals gotta do what a gals gotta do!  And thank goodness he had Navi in that shining black Mercedes because after all I had been through, I couldn't imagine another wrong Post Office!

WARNING!  Girls don't do this at home!