Back to the Abode from Cologne. I met the Great Wizard and, even, Jorge, who was visiting a friend in Wuppertal — we coincided in the area by accident.
I think that by now I am a germanophile. I keep wondering what my life would be now if I hadn’t got into a plane to London in 1996 but to Berlin or Cologne instead. Yes, water is nearly impossible to get and, even if you do, it’s expensive and usually full of fizz. Yes, eating out is a tough enterprise: slow service, haphazard quality, German food is indigestible and I even found hairs in my food twice within two weeks. Yes, Germans are moody (like the Dutch and Compatridos) but can be incredibly sweet, courteous and civil (unlike the Dutch and Compatridos). And everything else can be really wonderful, as simple as that.
I felt affection and immense admiration for this fragmented and regionalistically minded people. I enjoyed their cities and their bookshops (Walter König: the only awe-inspiring bookshop I’ve been to in my life — Strand in New York is ‘just’ overwhelming). I appreciated their fun-loving side. I leered at the women. And so on.
More later. Maybe.