I really don’t understand why I like this place so much, but here I am loving it. There’s an energetic comfort that sets in—or doesn’t—before any cognitive evaluation can take place. I don’t speak a word of German, plus Hamburg has its own slangy dialect going on, and I have no connection to being here that would give me any insight into local culture or mannerisms or flows of regular life. I’m totally out of place. But I’m really, really digging it.
Also, I wrote this while sick as a dog and holed up under all the blankets in Wilhelmsburg so who knows how the words string together. Ain’t life grand?