First week in Germany as a flapping tourist and I find myself more puzzled at the German language than ever. The days they start slow. There is a light at the window, a small loving, breakfast follows and then comes some arbitrary office work.

Then begins the stepping out adventure and figuring things out side of it. For starters, I have to make it clear that I know a fair (B1) bit of German. Although a questionable amount of time has passed since I exercised my language skills. But being here, why does it feel like I don’t know any German at all. Like none of it.