“Dees ees your dream, ja? Aaktoberrfest.”, his query was more of a confirmation.“Uhm, ja. Very big dream.”, I admitted, though a bit taken aback. The crowd was raucous, I barely heard him. The air smelt of alcohol, roasted chicken and grilled sausages. Tent waitresses donning the dirndl sashayed up and down the aisles carrying six…
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Snapshot Saturday: River Rhine
It was autumn. The last leaves that clung to the trees’ branches were multihued in earth shades, yet my visual of the River Rhine in Germany seemed monochromatic. Perhaps it was the temporal melancholy. Possibly homesickness. My first time overseas fours years ago was a hodgepodge of happy-sad emotions. In my head, a compass was…
