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It's very very crazy for me to think that I'll be back in Michigan in 69 days. The last 7 months have been absolutely ridiculous, and there are still two awesome summer months to come. When I first got here it was like an alternate reality, and slowly but surely living Oldenburg became my reality. And now in two months that will once again shift. Back to normal? Probably not. Things will be different when I get back, at least I hope so.
I'm so disappointed that I just found this store called Trinkgut (Drinkgood/Drinkwell) that sells exclusively beverages and has easily 100 different types of German beer for sale. I went there today and bought some stuff to enjoy over the weekend.
There's another store I found too called Hol' ab (Pick up) that also sells exclusively beverages that I'll visit tomorrow. Drinking in Europe has no parallel, that's for damn sure.
In other news, I went to Hamburg two nights ago to see the band Why? again (saw them in Hanover two weeks ago). When I finally got to the venue at about 10:30, I found out the show was canceled and it was too late to take a train back in Oldenburg, so I ended up staying by myself in Hamburg over night, wandering the streets and sleeping in the train station.
At one point a homeless guy came up to me while I was drinking a beer in the Reeperbahn (Hamburg's red light district) and asked if I had another one. I said no, but that I could offer him a cigarette, which he gladly accepted. We talked for a minute or two before he asked me to watch his things for a minute. He proceeded to go beg from random people for about 10 minutes and when he came back I asked if he had hunger. He said no, but I offered him my last banana and he stuck it in his bag. "Essen kann man nicht vergessen," he said, which literally means "Eating can one not forget," which I thought was cool, mainly because it rhymes in German. Then he went on about how it's OK anyway that I didn't have an extra beer because he prefers liquor anyway. He said though, that liquor can be deadly. "Good lesson," I told him. He was pretty cool homeless guy though. He didn't come up and ask for money, he cut out the middle-question and went straight for the booze. I can respect that.
I'm so disappointed that I just found this store called Trinkgut (Drinkgood/Drinkwell) that sells exclusively beverages and has easily 100 different types of German beer for sale. I went there today and bought some stuff to enjoy over the weekend.
There's another store I found too called Hol' ab (Pick up) that also sells exclusively beverages that I'll visit tomorrow. Drinking in Europe has no parallel, that's for damn sure.
In other news, I went to Hamburg two nights ago to see the band Why? again (saw them in Hanover two weeks ago). When I finally got to the venue at about 10:30, I found out the show was canceled and it was too late to take a train back in Oldenburg, so I ended up staying by myself in Hamburg over night, wandering the streets and sleeping in the train station.
At one point a homeless guy came up to me while I was drinking a beer in the Reeperbahn (Hamburg's red light district) and asked if I had another one. I said no, but that I could offer him a cigarette, which he gladly accepted. We talked for a minute or two before he asked me to watch his things for a minute. He proceeded to go beg from random people for about 10 minutes and when he came back I asked if he had hunger. He said no, but I offered him my last banana and he stuck it in his bag. "Essen kann man nicht vergessen," he said, which literally means "Eating can one not forget," which I thought was cool, mainly because it rhymes in German. Then he went on about how it's OK anyway that I didn't have an extra beer because he prefers liquor anyway. He said though, that liquor can be deadly. "Good lesson," I told him. He was pretty cool homeless guy though. He didn't come up and ask for money, he cut out the middle-question and went straight for the booze. I can respect that.