Danzig/Gdansk #1: Günther Grass
Arrived late at night, behind the train station (where KFC en MD are impossible to miss - I really don't get how they managed to get their ugly neon logos onto this traditional building). I walked around in the old town, eventually asking some very polite Polish girls where I could find affordable accomodation. They ...
On my way
With hindsight I can say that the biggest hardship of my first week was related to trying to get out of Berlin. I thought it would have been easier, but I was a bit naive, to be euphemistic. I just shut the door, packed my infamous 70 liter blue rucksack and went. Hit the road. ...