Dear god.
This house is fuckin' full on. Everyone speaks gobbledegook and I think they served me like...liver or something. And then GOOSE. Who the crap eats geese? Weirdass Germans apparently.
Tomorrow I have to go RIDING and Helsa wants me to learn an INSTRUMENT. I tried to tell her about my bad relationship with the woodwind family, but she thought I was being vulgar. Just wait til she wakes up with all my broken reeds all over her bed.
I wanna play the TUBA. Somehow I don't think the tuba is very 'Kempf' though.
You know what IS Kempf? Wood carvings of angels and like...goats and shit. Everywhere.
I think this is hell...or the gates to it!