Hello there, I am writing to you from Mainhattan, the city of Frankfurt, the capital of capitalism in Germany. I just finished removing the excess packaging from the Ikea furniture, left the first new stains on the already old carpet and set up the technology that even before I start exploring the city I can rest assured that Internet and music are waiting for me at the end of a long day of work. These are the last days as a student, so I do what a student does best: Sleep till noon, eat whatever is left, take care of the beer demands and watch the people working away on the street and in the neighboring offices and at dentist.
Before I can present pictures from my new home I need to feel the city first, so here is the very last picture I took of my old home after the car was fully packed and nearly all my belongings were ready to be shipped out.
The picture speaks for itself. I took it on the steps leading to the flat. The bottle stood there just how it was left by some poor soul, probably eating at the soup kitchen close by while I photographed its agent of demise, soon returning to its regular bench underneath the bridge or going for a gamble to one of the close-by betting stations.
I can’t say I miss Lützel, but the Mosel and Rhine valleys, the people living on their banks sure were magnificent. Just Lützel didn’t amaze so much.
And here’s a bonus: After the jump, pictures of my farewell party. I am really glad so many people turned up and celebrated the last night of Koblenz with me. It was a great night and we surely will keep in contact.
