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It isn't very smart
Tends to make one part
So broken-hearted
rufus had it right. the PAD [organization that gave us the scholarship] should know what throwing together 10 kids and tossing them into germany to have the best three and a half weeks of their lives and then yanking them right back out again does to poor kids' hearts.
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It all just seems like a dream, you know? I just can't fathom that it all actually happened. From the day we got there, Everyone just took us with open arms to experience Germany at its finest. I can remember Max's first words to me like it was yesterday:
"You are Anthony? Hi, I am Max. Tonight, I am going to work, but then we are having dinner, and then we are hanging out with my friends, and, well, drinking, because you are in Germany, and that is what we do here."
And that's exactly what we did that night. And the next night, and so on. I can't speak for everyone else, but I always felt like they actually wanted us to be there, and it was a pretty cool feeling, I must say. And pretty soon I kind of came to be a regular in all their little get-togethers and whatnot. At first it was kind of awkward (I could barely understand a word of their Bavarian dialect), but a few beers and shots later, all was well. And from then on, I never looked back. I had experienced a whole new life on the other side of the world that I never dreamed could have existed: intelligent, coherent people who unknowingly embraced one of my greatest passions (speaking German) and who also knew how to have a very, and I mean very, good time. You truly haven't lived until you're walking along the streets of a small German town at midnight after a few beers just bullshitting (in German) and then being challenged to a tipsy sprint race by a kid who is somewhat well-known among his friends for having the same birthday as Hitler.
Enough said.
And then there are of course the Americans. We all were really typical nerds at first, comparing AP classes, years of German, etc. Especially on the way from the Nuremberg airport to our school in Kulmbach, the trip was so much small talk and mindless chatter, but it was the best we could do. Even after a few days in school together, the timid factor and barriers were still there. Then came berlin. This amazing group of individuals and I are among the only teenagers I know to have gotten totally decked out in German attire and scream and yell in the Fan-Meile in Berlin as Germany advanced into the semifinals of the World Cup, narrowly defeating Argentina in penalty shots. How many people can attest to the fact that over 4 hours later, cars were still honking in the streets of Germany's capitol? These 10 Americans, that's for sure.
And from then on we never needed small talk ever again. Whether it meant being chewed out by our chaperone for swearing too much or having to carry each other up countless mountains, we stuck by each other through thick and thin. And let me tell you, leaving these people at the baggage claim was quite honestly the hardest thing I've ever had to do in my entire life. Especially after leaving all the German people just hours before. I guess I'm not quite sure where I'm going with this, but I felt like I needed to put it down somewhere, and hopefully here is the right place.
I know they say it's better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all, but the whole "and lost" part seems pretty damn stupid right now.
Here's to the Americans:



To the World Cup:

Of course, a toast or two to the Germans:




And last, but most certainly not least, here's to this kid,
the most kickass host brother I ever could have asked for:


Wow, it's hard to look at all of those. That's about all I've got for now. If you want to see more pictures, PLEASE ask.
I'll talk to you all later.
Gute Nacht

It's hard to realize that some of the coolest people I've ever met are stuck on the other side of the world.