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Walk Around Augsburg
Augsburg reminds me of a wounded city. Tangled in cable tram without which I do not think I could live, and cold, very cold. The blizzard is to Augsburg as the sun is to Seville, inborn. This is my impression of the German city, but that makes me discard any option to stay and live in Germany. Augsburg is a new city, rebuilt from the ashes of a war not so distant. Only two small streets and rebuilt quite a reminder of the old Germany, with its small houses and large warm kitchens. The rest, as I remember, looks functional and gray, as these buildings from the seventies, they only accommodate people, no artistic value.
However it has friendly people, who speak almost in whispers and resent the voice volume and Iberian potential but shy and sincere smile. Tonight we go to a local restaurant. Beer and sausages. Accompanies mashed which is not potato but you better not find out what it is. Everything tastes delicious and the beer makes me warm. The city wound seems to heal and leave its cage gray.
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