This is the continuation of Thursday’s post, writing about the first days upon our arrival in Leipzig, in the former East Germany, with my suitcase stranded in England and waking up in a very foreign country.

LEIPZIG REMEMBERED – PART TWO

That first morning my three friends and I gathered in my room to draw up a plan of action. First some breakfast, then we had an orientation meeting at the university with our mentor. Bread rolls and water was our breakfast and then we looked at the map.

The communist GDR did not believe in maps per se. This was more a map a seven-year-old would produce, with pretty pictures for where buildings etc were located, hardly accurate. Only a couple of street names were provided and furthermore no sense of scale as we soon discovered since most of the buildings were drawn in the wrong place and large…