Hamburg

I spent nearly a week in this city, visiting a very good friend of mine whose practically like my older sister. Having known her for more than 10 years, she is probably one of the people I’m still close to after a long time. First impression of this city: its beautiful. It’s a port city, where you can enjoy a beautiful sight nearly everywhere you walk. However, its freaking cold and the wind is strong. I instantly fell in love with this city and wish my fortune could bring me to get a job here. I had the same feeling every time I’ve been somewhere and think “this is perfect” I normally always ended up there. My dorm high school which I doubt at first (well, if I can survive or not) – but feels so right the moment I step in the center of the school. The university where I pursue my bachelor, my uni here where I’m still undertaking my master degree – and now this city. I love Ilmenau and the peacefulness (despite all the freakos that recently invades) but I get the feeling that I might not be able to find anything for a living here. But Hambug looks like it offers vast chance for me, and one small part of it has suddenly pop up. So, who knows? Crossing fingers.

Plus, the oddest thing is I actually kinda like all the people I just met there (well, so far) which is very rare for me. Both my bestfriend and I are trying our best to ditch PhD. Not a thing that would make us happy, at least definitely not at the nearest time.

So now, hopping on to the pictures!

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mid-city view.

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Inside the boat around Haven

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Port Beach

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Small vintage alley. Still in its original form from after around WW 1

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Not my fave picture, already tired of going around the shopping center. The scarf

is my new favorite though, a birthday gift from a dear friend.

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