First Impressions in Hamburg

I’m in Hamburg, people. What’s better compared to Spain (my main point of reference in Europe) is that there many Ukrainian flags and no Palestinian. Germans have learned something as a result of WWII. I’m speaking German everywhere and it works until people start answering with long, complicated sentences which I’m not remotely ready to understand. Also, restaurants are open and I don’t have to wait until 9:30 pm, or until I die of hypoglycemia, which is likelier.

What’s negative is that the streets are mega dirty and there are crowds of immigrant men who think they are a huge gift to womankind. I haven’t slept much since Sunday and didn’t have energy for makeup yet that is not preventing them from getting into my worn, exhausted face. One tried to grab me and the fur coat came in very useful. How old does a woman need to get to be spared these indignities? I promise I look nothing but glum and severe at this point.

The coffee sucks absolute ass. The food, though, brought me joy. Here’s the joyful food and the grim coffee:

I had North Sea plaice, and these are people who know how to cook fish. There was no salt on it at all. Nobody even appeared in the vicinity of this fish with salt. The cucumber salad had zero salt as well.

Visually, Hamburg isn’t pretty like Regensburg but the food is enormously better. In Regensburg I survived on döner kebab because the food was terrible. Even the famous Bavarian sausage was horrid. I’d never met a sausage I didn’t like, so it was a shock how bad that sausage was.