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About Cologne

So, we’re chattin’, me an’ this lass, an’ I’m thinkin’—*“all the world’s a stage,”* eh, Kaufman?—’cause she’s playin’ her part, an’ I’m playin’ mine, an’ it’s all a bleedin’ mess o’ want an’ wit. Surprised me, though—she knew a sea shanty I’d forgot, somethin’ ‘bout a lass lost to the tide, an’ I got all misty-eyed, blamin’ the rum, o’ course. “Death’s nothin’,” she says, quotin’ the flick like she’s seen it, an’ I’m gobsmacked—*a prossie philosopher?* That’s rarer than a sober pirate!

Brothel in Munderkingen

I swear, Munderkingen makes me mad sometimes, too: mad at its overgrown hedges or at some of the dodgy renovation projects turning its quaint charm into mismatched modern crap. But then, just one look at the old church steeple near Rathausplatz and I'm mad with love again. It's bizarre, unpredictable, and as frustrating as it is breathtaking.

U13s: champions of the Vereins Cup in Germany