Jump Street

Written from: Hamburg.


Thank you, Hamburg friends, for allowing me to invade your apartment and gank your WiFi for 3 hours of classes, but I need to get a change of atmosphere, see more of the city, and all that. And again, thank you for recommending a local coffee shop with good cakes and promised internet; the idiot-proof directions are a plus too.


In the 40 minutes I give myself for the 15 minute walk, I get lost and use the 40 minutes and 1 hour that I’m supposed to be teaching to wander around like a Dumbfbacker (this german for someone who can’t follow idiot-proof directions). I did find the Coffee Shop, and there was no internet (not that it mattered now). What I did find in this plan that was fucked from Jump Street, was a lovely local woman who went out of her way to put me back on track.


Nadine, thank you for looking in my eyes. I’m leaving Saturday morning, but you make me want to stay and see you at the bar you have invited me to on Saturday night, even though I know this just an extension of your politeness and quality of character.


Today is my 28th Birthday.


Blog #4. 28th Year, 1st Day. Complete.


Retrospection: I have never learned to read a map nor been good at directions. 2 years of traveling hasn’t helped either of these problems; the only skill it has developed is my ability to negotiate and navigate through dire and difficult situations…I have learned nothing of how to avoid them.