We tried and tried and finally made it - to get a seat at Suicide Sue. One great coffee and freshly squeezed orange juice later (and a promise to be back) we made our way to the Jewish Cemetery where we walked around among ivy and fallen headstones.
Later that evening we were invited to some friends house for pizza and wine. They were all German and as I nodded along, playing a master of pretender, occasionally throwing in a Ah Mann!, a Doch! and Genau!, they had a fruitful and rewarding conversation. It was nice though, listening to chatters in German. And actually, I did understand, a lot.
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