Berlin

First stop, Dunkin Donuts. To meet up with Kristian. We didn’t really know how he looked like at that time. After 12 donuts or so, a guy with a cap (I wonder what they call those kind of hats) holding a cup of coffee grinned at us and said yep, we came to the right [...]

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Amsterdam

This is what you get when you leave all the hostel bookings and stuff to the guys: accommodation smack in the middle of the red light district. If my parents were to know of this… heck, even I wouldn’t want it. but there you are. At least the owner of the hostel really took good [...]

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Brussels…

was great.
We arrived in the morning and left our backpacks in the dungeon-like luggage store in the youth hostel Van Gogh (where Van Gogh used to work).
The rain didn’t dampen our mood and we walked through the cobblestone alleys and joined the throngs of people with colorful umbrellas in town. My senses were assailed by [...]

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Yuck

out in the corridor after bacteriology exam…
“DIE! DIE! DIE!”
“Let’s pray…”
“i wan’t to go home…”
“that was.. so… so- urgh”
“DIE!”
C0rmican gave a lecture on STIs and there were all these gross pictures of warts and stuff and it was as much fun listening to him as it was watching people’s facial expression change from disbelief to disgust [...]

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