When one has gone on 'Erasmus' and returns, the city that was his home, seems different. Of course, teachers do not remember you and the university cafeteria lady who gave you a smile everyday no longer works there. We met up with friends, those who stayed to work or pursued love and those who were native. You found work thanks to language learning, but now do not use it as much as you like. So verbal fluency is a bit sparse. I decided where to eat and I am invaded with nostalgia. At the University canteen. And everyone is smiling because 1000 times we protested that, despite being cheap, because it was an awful meal. Now I know to remember, happy and carefree days. My steps lead me the way to the canteen, faculty of law, like it was yesterday the last day that I passed through it.
Augsburg reminds me of a wounded city. Tangled in cable tram without which I do not think I could live, and cold, very cold. The blizzard is to Augsburg as the sun is to Seville, inborn. This is my impression of the German city, but that makes me discard any option to stay and live in Germany. Augsburg is a new city, rebuilt from the ashes of a war not so distant. Only two small streets and rebuilt quite a reminder of the old Germany, with its small houses and large warm kitchens. The rest, as I remember, looks functional and gray, as these buildings from the seventies, they only accommodate people, no artistic value. However it has friendly people, who speak almost in whispers and resent the voice volume and Iberian potential but shy and sincere smile. Tonight we go to a local restaurant. Beer and sausages. Accompanies mashed which is not potato but you better not find out what it is. Everything tastes delicious and the beer makes me warm. The city wound seems to heal and leave its cage gray.
In every season you can do different activities with family or friends for example in this lake surrounded by forests and fed by the river Lech, in winter you can ice skate and in the summer you can go swimming or paddle boat or take a walk.