The sky outside the windows is covered in thick grey, making it impossible to tell with certainty whether it's 11 am or 4 pm. The wind moves the trees back and forth in a staccato dance, occasionally, thrusting a branch around in the air. The raindrops bslown against the window glass paint an abstract work of art. In short, it's the epitome of North German weather, the kind everyone tells you is the reason for North Germans' inner coldness and lack of humour (both of which I'd refute). It's c...

The sky outside the windows is covered in thick grey, making it impossible to tell with certainty whether it's 11 am or 4 pm. The wind moves the trees back and forth in a staccato dance, occasionally, thrusting a branch around in the air. The raindrops bslown against the window glass paint an abstract work of art. In short, it's the epitome of North German weather, the kind everyone tells you is the reason for North Germans' inner coldness and lack of humour (both of which I'd refute). It's c...