It's really creepy to visit your grandparents after you haven't seen them for about a year. They aged so much in that timespan... My grandpa probably not so much... but it quite hit my grandmother in full scale. Well, it was somewhat to be expected after her breast cancer in last year's fall... but it's just so sad to spot a lot more wrinkles in her face... and a small hump beginning to form on her back. In fact, it's actually the hump which scares me the most.

But well... at least I finally saw them again. Which counts more than an ugly hump.

Anyway... Bremen is such an ugly and depressing city. I always thought so... and with every passing visit I think so even more. Just leaving the train station alone is really evil. All those people with those drained and exhausted faces... and those ugly buildings which are unimaginative blocks which think of themselves as fancy nonetheless. Oh dear, oh dear, I'm so happy that I don't live here. If I did, I'd probably get a depression of hardcore dimensions.

I mean... I brought my camera with me... and everything I've photographed so far was the christmas market. And when I leave the city, I'd still haven't photographed anything else. Because... there just aren't any more things which are worth a picture.

Hmm, that's life.

At least in Bremen.

What the heck is wrong with this city?