Marburg is a “university town” north of Frankfurt where my cousin Angela lives. Autumn rain greets us on arrival.
“The weather is better in Freinsheim,” Angela says as we roam the streets looking for a wifi cafe. There are very few available. Eventually, we find one at Hugo’s, next to the cinema.
Along my journey, I’m always learning something.
“What is the name of your teddy bear?” I ask Angela’s daughter.
“Arnica.”
“Annika?”
“No,” Angela corrects me. “Arnica, like the healing herb.”
Or take this wall, like many others from earlier centuries, held together by a mixture of sand, egg whites and milk. Who knew?
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