When I moved out of the tiny little Dorf I lived in (there's no perfect English translation for 'Dorf', so just see the above photo of my Dorf and imagine suburb neighborhoods spaced out with a considerable distance between each one in a somewhat rural area), I asked Piotr to come to Germany to assist with all the boxes. Also, I needed a car. (Luckily, I wasn't moving any furniture, but I was moving out the result of 2 years' worth of H&M shopping sprees....) I was worried that my landlady would try to charge me, last minute, for something unfairly, and maybe even kill me? You can't be too sure. Thus, as we were pulling away from my now former street, I told him to drive as fast as he could and I didn't look back. And that, my friends, is precisely how Piotr learned the expression, ''like a bat out of hell''.