Off to Belgium

“Hey”, said Shadow. “Huginn or Muninn, or whoever you are”.
The bird turned, head tipped, suspiciously, on one side, and it stared at him with bright eyes.
“Say ‘Nevermore’ “, said Shadow.
“Fuck you”, said the raven. It said nothing else as they went through the woodland together.

Neil Gaiman, “American Gods”

At this point I just cracked up and I really hope I didn’t wake anyone in the nearby cabins. High five Neil, high five.
Back to business.
We haven’t left Hamburg until 6 am this morning, which made me really sad – could’ve had one full day in Germany and gone to Bremen!! Badly done guys, badly done. If you know (and you know) that we won’t leave Germany until next morning, set the ship time for 9, 10 pm. After all, we all are grown-ups and it’s our responsibility to show up for next morning’s classes.
Looking forward to Belgium. Question with whether or not go to Paris still up, and there are only 2 days left.
Went to Miniatur Wunderland yesterday, that place with miniature countries models, active railroads and a real functioning airport. Met Jose, another presidential scholar, and some other SAS guys there. Joined them for lunch and then we moved to Starbucks for internet. Met this Austrian girl from Vienna there, Jose just suddenly started talking to her – he’s good at it. Everyone around speaks awesome English, by the way. We had a nice conversation, walked and talked after the other guys left, and then I hurried back to the ship. It was one of these strange periods of time when random things keep happening, and you’re meeting all these people and having all these never-to-be-repeated conversations. But they always have an end. Everything has an end.
Well at least in Germany I succeeded in filling my room with some chocolate and other noms. And normal tea! One can’t bear Lipton for a long time…
Now I’m sitting on the floor in the corridor, because wifi doesn’t reach the deck 3 inside cabins. My head is buzzing from all the conversations of the day, and still there’s a feeling that I haven’t done too much. You can never do too much here. There’s always something that you miss out.
Sometimes you feel frozen in time when you’re aboard. You feel the gentle buzzing of the ship under your feet, and there are distant voices all around, getting closer and farther. And the days just stretch and stretch and the more you fill them with activities, the longer they seem. One moment you’re in the middle of a lively conversation, and next moment you’re alone and invisible in the middle of the crowd – people pass by without noticing you, and you feel wrapped in a sort of a transparent cocoon from where you can observe people, but they do not see you. It’s an interesting feeling.
There are so many people on the ship. You always feel like you’re missing someone with all the hellos and howareyous, because there’s so little time and such a variety of characters all around you. You can not see the same person for a day or two or three. Or suddenly get involved into the conversation with someone you never saw before. You miss something and get something until your head goes round.
And the ship sails on.

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