A polyglot and third-culture kid’s reflection on their first trip to Germany
Hello frens,
As I devote more and more time to pouring my heart into my writing, and combatting my shadow of superficiality to bring to you the true nuggets of wisdom I am experiencing day to day out in the world as a global citizen — my writing is becoming longer, and more hearty. As Jamaicans, we cook soup with all sorts of heavy yams, potatoes, other tubers, meats and vegetables. A soup, isn’t really a soup to us without the ‘food’ in it. As my writing style evolves and progresses, I hope you feel nourished by the soup I put forward, and I hope it brings you the joy and love that I feel while preparing it for you. This is part 1 of 2 of my reflection on my first visit to Germany.
It is strange how the threads of fate crawl across borders and time to greet you.
Today I find myself on a completely unplanned trip to Germany — eating lots of bread, cheese, yoghurts and sweet treats. The imagery here is reflective of many other European countries I have visited, but at the same time is distinctly German. Nordic cities have these old buildings that seem to stand a bit taller as you walk by them, so as to show their value, towering over you with performative modesty. There is a lot of white stone and cool-toned pastels that give this clean and clinical look. The streets always look a bit bare there during the summers, a distinct lack of decorative…
