Place to Sleep

It’s been weeks since I had a conversation with anyone and they didn’t mention the refugees. They’re at the top of the news and all that anyone seems to post about on Facebook any more.

There’s so much misinformation flying around, I’ve been trying to get at least some limited form of personal experience with the subject, so when I walked past the Hamburg Hauptbahnhof (central station) today, I decided to have a look.

Piles of luggage and donated water bottles. Young, tired volunteers in neon green vests, doing their best to make order out of chaos. Dark young men either talking on their phones or sleeping on the tiles. And hastily scribbled signs in English and Arabic.

Schulterblatt Friday Night

If there’s a heart of the leftie, socialist crowd in Northern Germany, it’s here, an area called the Schanze. It’s also full of nice cafés, bars and restaurants, and on a Friday night like tonight, it’s full of pretty young things enjoying themselves.

Tomorrow, although the government has banned it, there will probably be a demonstration by the far right: the “day of the patriots.” In the middle of leftie land. And not peace and love hippie lefties, rather the kind that throw bricks at the police for fun. My neighbours.

We’ll see how it looks tomorrow.