I really thought I would have written more. Blogged more. But words fail me. At times I get too engrossed with the feeling of soaking it all in. Like a sponge. Just a few more weeks left. Time flew by. But I did watch it go by. Didn't just happen overnight...
It's a beautiful, quiet little city. Nuremberg. It has a history that it quietly tells through the cracks on the walls. Throught the rubble that you might still see lurking around, if you happen to get lucky. And by lucky, I mean, not to see the rubble but lucky enough to bear witness to a glimpse of the transformation that has taken place.
There are things. Things I'd want to take back home with me. I'd wanna take back the courtesy and the hospitality. Taking the beautiful architecture would be nice as well. And while I am at it, I think I wouldn't mind taking a few people back as well. Not for ever. Just for a little while. The artist who plays the saxophone every day in the inner city would be one of them. I seriously think I am either in love with him or that saxophone of his. I might also miss how this city made me feel so if I could, I would take a lot of that feeling and trap it in a jar and open it when I feel like.
It's piercing cold sometimes. The wind follows me on my way to work and back, like a good old friend. Even if the sun is out, it still remains faithful. It's kind of sweet in an annoying way.
They ask me if I am Türkish. A lot of people do, surprisingly. When I am buying something. Asking something or simply just standing there admiring something that I would love to buy but wont. Or even eating. One guy even took it for granted and went right ahead and started talking to me in Turkish. I had to slow him down and then in my broken German explain that I am from India. That takes a little while. I am still to speak it fluently. For some reason, at the right time and the right moment, my brain decides to fumble and stutter. Just enough to confuse the person in front. But I enjoy that as well. Their perplexed emotions make me chuckle. My stuttering however makes me feel like a tourist all over again.
The GPS is an amazing liitle thing. It takes me to all these new places. Kind of like my tour guide. Introduces me to them till I get to know them better. The empty streets. The busy streets. The alleys. The walks around the Castle. It takes me everywhere. Even when it's freezing outside, it manages to lure me and convince me that it's ok to be a little cold and shiver a little, just as long as it's worth it. And it is. Everytime...
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