We Are Young, We Run Free

gardenstate:

I miss the little German towns with their funny German architecture, I miss the frische luft of Gundelfingen, I miss the German trains speeding through the snow, I miss the Mezzo Mix and the weird Capri-Sonne things you could buy in train station vending machines along with crazy things like ‘Swiss Cannabis Iced Tea’ and ‘Wunderbars’, I miss feeling like ‘Damn, this place has history!’, I miss the cheap Milka, I miss the funny old men in Berlin who walk around in floor-length trench coats and real fur hats like caricatures out of a cartoon Russian winter, I miss feeling like a winner whenever I was able to hold a small conversation with a shopkeeper (and that time I managed to order 7 copies of Harry Potter und der Stein der Weisen from the local bookshop), I miss the Weihnachts/Christkindlmarkt even though it was mostly rubbish and Gluhwein doesn’t actually taste that good, I miss the Party machen and the hilarity of German teenage boys walking around like gangsters.

And I miss being surrounded by my favourite language.