If you look at a lot of the photos people take of Germany, you see a country that’s all history, with no present. You see the old houses, the picturesque, fit-for-a-postcard parts. In Tuebingen, for example, if you just looked at the photos, you’d think everyone lived in the one row of houses along the river. You’d think that’s what the city was, and what it was like to live here.
The Germany I know, the one I live in, is more interesting than that.