Saturday 6811



left the dialogue, met up with my parents in Frankfurt. that journey was mostly arm in arm with Kurtis and Liz (though not mentioned in the previous blog, they were there...), luckily between the three of us we could get ourselves to the main train station in Frankfurt



but yeah the city, is big, and German, lots of public transit, and our hotel is actually in the Muslim part of the city, the hotel actually shares space in the building with the offices of Kuwait Air, and Pakistan International and Turkei, so finally i get to see some ethnic/national heterogeneity.



tomorrow we will wander around town and see the old stuff, well whats left after the carpet bombing the allies did 65 years ago.