Germany reeks of autumn and I feel restless and depressed in Dortmund. Cultures and peoples fly by daily like orange leaves outside this new hotel's window. I'm really looking forward to the day when I can sleep in the same bed for more than 2 nights at most. I'm doing my best to make this trip not about me too much.
Today we visited a medival fair in Dortmund. It was pretty amazing, and made me want to work at a medival fair in New York as long as I got to wield a sword or something. They had tons of medival meats and cheeses and meads and beers. They had kid's games with wooden crossbows and blacksmiths hammering battleaxes. We went into two churchs and I remembered how important churches seem to be to our family. I remember a lot of the time I travelled with my mom and my little brother we would stop inside a church often. Once, I gave confession at a church in "La Villita" or little village, a neighborhood of Chicago known for gang violence. The priest, a booming voice from above a pitch black room, filled my confession with foreign silences--my sins were so minimal compared to the many he had heard.
Here in the German church, the traditions of the Catholic church are not practiced, and modern art depicting a back tattoo of Jesus hang on the walls.
