Day 9 Like a good German, I arose from my sleep at 7:30 AM, bid ‘auf weidersehen’ to the noisy bastards, swiftly scarfed down my morning Muslix and coffee and headed off to the train station. I hit the train station and locked up my luggage for a few hours before my departure. For some reason, I had to get out of there. I just didn’t get the right vibes. Sure, it is beautiful, for an industrial port, but we bombed the shit out of it during the war and there aren’t many sights left to see. Looking to the bible, I passed by the Rathaus and checked it off in my guide. The Rathaus was the city’s town hall. Very nice, very closed, thus very useless to me. I followed my trek to an empty
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