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Well, the sore spot in my throat that was making me lose my voice? well, it went away so I will be OK.
I went to Hamburg Dungeon, and while I suppose it was prettz scary, I was mostly embarassed about how all the German went over my head. Especially at the point where I realized that the actor in the third part had been talking to me for thirty seconds.
I couldn´t yet find the Spice Museum... or Dialog in the Dark. I think I will try to find at least one of them from that market I found open across the harbor from the dungeon...
I should head back to the Niemdorf neighborhood and check out that optics place and try to find another monocular.
My last night in Hamburg. Then three nights in Berlin, two in Frankfurt, three at my parents` house...then a few hundred in an apartment I have yet to visit.
Somehow it all seems so empty.... I expected some kind of profound growth. I dunno what I was thinking. Wherever I go, there I am.
I think the closest I got, was in London and Paris... I was keeping myself damnn busy in those cities. And Strasbourg too. come to think of it, that short bout of recovery in Luxembourg was good too. Perhaps I am just over-resentful over being sick in Amsterdam and Hamburg.
Or perhaps I expected to get laid. As if anything relevant to that cause would be different. Well, perhaps. I had learned earlz in my trip that the ingredients to angst are loneliness, and boredom. This would work in my favor one of two ways: first, and most likely, if I stayed busy, and found people to be around, I wouldn`t have time to think about women. The second and least likely way, of course, was that women I found who were bored and lonely might be receptive, especially to someone who was neither.
Again, the illness pisses me off because it made me spend so much time bored and lonely when I could have been busy seeing cool things. Perhaps in Berlin, I will rediscover that part of myself... why do I keep talking as if my trip is over?
So I must promise myself to return to Europe someday, and to do it better next time.
I went to Hamburg Dungeon, and while I suppose it was prettz scary, I was mostly embarassed about how all the German went over my head. Especially at the point where I realized that the actor in the third part had been talking to me for thirty seconds.
I couldn´t yet find the Spice Museum... or Dialog in the Dark. I think I will try to find at least one of them from that market I found open across the harbor from the dungeon...
I should head back to the Niemdorf neighborhood and check out that optics place and try to find another monocular.
My last night in Hamburg. Then three nights in Berlin, two in Frankfurt, three at my parents` house...then a few hundred in an apartment I have yet to visit.
Somehow it all seems so empty.... I expected some kind of profound growth. I dunno what I was thinking. Wherever I go, there I am.
I think the closest I got, was in London and Paris... I was keeping myself damnn busy in those cities. And Strasbourg too. come to think of it, that short bout of recovery in Luxembourg was good too. Perhaps I am just over-resentful over being sick in Amsterdam and Hamburg.
Or perhaps I expected to get laid. As if anything relevant to that cause would be different. Well, perhaps. I had learned earlz in my trip that the ingredients to angst are loneliness, and boredom. This would work in my favor one of two ways: first, and most likely, if I stayed busy, and found people to be around, I wouldn`t have time to think about women. The second and least likely way, of course, was that women I found who were bored and lonely might be receptive, especially to someone who was neither.
Again, the illness pisses me off because it made me spend so much time bored and lonely when I could have been busy seeing cool things. Perhaps in Berlin, I will rediscover that part of myself... why do I keep talking as if my trip is over?
So I must promise myself to return to Europe someday, and to do it better next time.
