Before going to University I took two months to travel around Europe with a flashy InterRail ticket. The first stop I made was in the picturesque German town where I spent some of my childhood: Koblenz. Returning there as an adult (well, young adult) was a stirring experience from start to finish.

I arrived at Hamburg Airport with my giant rucksack strapped to my back and a smaller “day back-pack” strapped to my front like a massive beer-belly. One of the key items I held in my inventory was a large book, about as thick as a dictionary, of all the major train schedules across almost all of Europe. It’s fascinating to consider how I lugged that massive pain-in-the-ass book around half a continent when now, some ten years later, I can access all that information and more from my tiny touch-screen pocket computer. Anyway, at the time it was an incredibly useful book. The first thing I did with it was find an over-night train from Hamburg to somewhere on the other side of the country. My plan was to over-shoot my actual destination in order to have a free night’s accomodation. This ingenious plan did slightly back-fire however as most of the seating was reserved so for a good few hours I stood at one end of the train carriage with both of my back-packs still on. I was so tired that I tried to lay my head down on the top of the bag strapped to my front. And that’s how I fell asleep. Standing up.

Storming the Castle

Koblenz stands on the Rhine river. Over-looking the city is it’s towering protector: the fortress of Ehrenbreitstein. Although there are still a couple of rusty cannons dotted along its walls the structure has turned its corridors into a museum and opened up some of its main rooms to be a youth hostel. Clearly the idea of spending a night in a castle was intensely appealing, so after my night of sleep-standing I made my way across town to the site of the castle.

From my youth I recognised the name of the place but I couldn’t recall ever having been there, so I was reliant upon the vague map in my guide-book to get me there. The structure stood atop something bigger than a hill but smaller than a mountain. So finding the actual place wasn’t that hard, it was the getting in part that I struggled with. After at least an hour of traipsing around the area, which included going up and down the hill twice due to wrongly reading signage, I finally found the youth hostel perched at the very top of the castle. As I approached the entrance I noticed a sign pointing in the direction of a cable car. It seems most people take a ten-minute cable car ride to get to this point. I guess I’ll use that next time.

Ehrenbreitstein
This was the way to the hostel’s toilets. HA, joke! I’ve no idea where this lead …

My Apartment

Once I’d finally checked in it was time to retrace my tiny footsteps from yester-year. I started off by going to the apartment where I lived with my mother, father and newborn sister from the ages of four to eight. I’d already decided that I wasn’t brave enough to ring the bell and ask a total stranger if it was cool for me to wander through their abode. I was happy enough to look at the building from the outside. Around the back I spied our balcony. I used to play in the large rectangular flower-pot there with my X-Men figures. The plants were as trees to them. Below the balcony was a parking lot in which my mum had tried to teach me how to ride a bike. Unfortunately I wasn’t too hot on the idea and it wasn’t until many years later that I finally learned.

A lot of things happened in that apartment. I cracked my sister’s head open by pushing her off the couch. I stole two Deutschmarks from my dad. My mum made awesome cakes. My dad stayed up all night assembling a giant Lego pirate ship as a surprise for me. Playing Hide and Seek one time my sister paused her seeking, while I was hiding, and began peeing; I began laughing. I tried to climb a cabinet only for it to come smashing down on top of me – I was unscathed but my dad’s valued beer glass collection was completely wrecked (he’s still a bit sore about that …). My Mum tried to teach me how to use an Iron – I burned my thumb. I discovered Heavy Metal via a Billboard cassette of Iron Maiden’s Piece Of Mind album – the first time I played it I ran out of the room, terrified. Me and my sister played together in a large cardboard box for days, maybe even weeks. And I had the best birthday of my life. I spent nearly all day playing with my new Transformer (a big Decepticon truck), eating giant orange Tic Tacs (they were individually wrapped, roughly blueberry sized, and came in a huge version of the classic container), and endlessly rewinding and playing my new VHS tape of the Ghostbusters cartoon (not the movie one).

Actually, I think I’d still enjoy doing that now.

My School

After the apartment I made my way to my first Primary School. It was a tall, impressive-looking brick building that stood at the end of a long street. It didn’t seem quite as daunting a place as it once was. I remembered lunch times. I remembered my desk. I remembered impressing my friends with my Game Boy collection. I remembered buying yoghurt from the school snack shop (yeh, that’s the kinda thing German schools sell to the kids – yoghurt and healthy crackers). I remembered my first fight, two red-faces circling each other, a whirl of fury followed by the feel of the ground. I remembered the time a girl I liked was walking on the opposite pavement to me; as we neared school we shouted things to each other; suddenly she whipped up her long skirt, flashing what was underneath with a cheeky grin; I, stunned, smacked into a lamp-post and landed a few feet back.

Happy times.

My Boat

After being wistful in front of the old school for a few minutes it suddenly occurred to me that scruffy, bearded men standing in front of schools is not such a great look, so I scampered off. I wandered aimlessly through a river-side park. It was not long before I came across a memorable sight. There was a playground I used to play in which I always remembered for having an enormous wooden pirate ship. In my mind I saw a captain’s cabin, I saw a functional crow’s nest, I saw billows of smoke floating off into the sky as we blew our enemies to smithereens. All of this was still present except it was about a quarter the size of my memory-ship. The captain’s cabin was little more than a hole and space beneath one end of the deck that kids could crawl into. The crow’s nest worked as one would expect but it wasn’t nearly as high as I thought. As for the smoke and smithereens, kids were still running all about the place, blasting bad-guys and spraying spittle-smoke with explosive raspberries.

Reflections

For a cheap lunch I bought some food in a supermarket and sat down for a picnic in the park by the river. As I sat there making simple sandwiches, a man came over and addressed me in German. Once it was clear that I couldn’t understand him he used simple English and gestures to explain himself. He was asking for some food. He was unkempt and draped in dark scruffy clothes. I didn’t see any harm in sharing my budget lunch, so I gave him some bread and meat. He sat down on the grass next to me and started to chow down. I thought he would leave after he finished eating, but he stayed. Our conversation was minimal. People gave us side-way looks as they passed by. Yeah, it was awkward.

I gave my farewells and vowed to never have a picnic again unless I was accompanied by a hamper, a playful dog, a beautiful woman, or at the very least someone who doesn’t look like a hobo.

Growing Up In Germany

The time I spent back in Koblenz was kind of like walking through a dream or flicking through the pages of an old dusty book. I welcomed all of those distant memories gladly, for even the bad ones form integral blocks in the building of me.

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