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Okay, so imagine me, Kim, sippin’ a latte, spying some chick in fishnets. I’m like, “Is she? Nah, maybe?” My brain’s screamin’, “What’s her story?” Maybe she’s got dreams, like in the movie—those kids starin’ at the sky, hopin’. Gets me emo, tbh. I’m happy they’re out there survivin’, but, like, surprised how sneaky it all is! You’d never guess who’s who—could be your barista, ha!

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For all other foreigners it will be quite difficult to get such a Permit. The language spoken in both places is German.

Real talk, Konstanz got my heart. Its alleys, its parks, its docks speak in mysterious tongues. One minute, you're chillin', the next you're lost in thought—overthinking, undereffective—like my last messy day where typos galore ruined my texts (shz, omg, typos, sorry, wtf, srry). And every single bit, every twist of a cobblestone lane reminds me: "I am your father" of this mystical city.

Figure 2: Border Crossing into Konstanz from Kreuzlingen. Figure 3:...