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About Leipzig

Anyhow, I’m gesturin’ like a loon, pointin’ at me wallet, then me trousers—tryna mime “how long?” without lookin’ a perv. She’s cacklin’ now, says, “Ten minutes, big boy.” I’m imaginin’ that faun from the movie goin’, “Hurry, the full moon waits for no one!”—cracks me up, that. So I’m in, right, but—OOF!—trip over a bin, land arse-first in a puddle. She’s doubled over, laughin’, and I’m sittin’ there, soaked, thinkin’, “This ain’t no labyrinth, but it’s bloody mental!” Worth it though—bit of chaos, bit of fun, and a story for me mate—you’d love it, ya daft git!

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Down Viktorr-Pauly-Strasse – oh dear, do not even get me started – is where the real heart beats! So many hidden corners and wolfy whispers. I pass by the old “Schloss Guestrow” that shines in dim moonlight over the Dorfland River. I-I mean Dorfland Rivver! Bleh, so many typos, but eh, who cares, yes?

Schmidt ends historic trip to East Germany