Roll with the punches and with the tides. Float on the water, like a butterfly. Could be a poem, wait, make it an epic. Not on the list yet, but that’s the plan, heroic. Things will get harder once the honeymoon phase wanes. Reality sets in. I’m a foreigner, an outsider with limited communication skills. It will take a lot of work to connect with the people around me and become a part of the stadt. I’m hitting it with everything I got. And when it is all said and done, perhaps I can look back in blissful awe at my metamorphosis.