Dörpen

Dörpen

I don’t know much but I know you’re cold and German. I picture snow, and whether or not that is true, I don’t care. I’m not there.

I picture it quite late. Quite dark. It’s much like the Sydney Central tunnel, but no buskers, hipsters or business people. I don’t picture Nazis either, if that’s what you’re thinking. I seem to picture Russians, who obviously come here at night to remind themselves of home. It’s something about the tiles.

Crazy Russians.

– Scott Sandwich

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