we ran all day around hamburg like stung and dutiful tourists, shivering and wiping and moaning amidst the gunmetal grey inevitable sky. It’s cold here, trims our eagerness somewhat. We took a glass elevator up 700m above the city, in the spire of a bomb wrecked cathedral. The plaques were all about the carnage of hamburg during ww2, but each ended with an apologetic admission of germanys guilt in starting the conflagration in the first place, the allies blasted us into bits, and you’re in the only bit left of our great cathdral, but our bad, we invaded Poland.
