(Photo taken by yours truly in 2006 when I first arrived. This Karl Marx Monument measures 13 metres high and weighs 40 tonnes and is the second largest monument of Karl Marx in the world.)
Chemnitz, formerly known as Karl Marx Stadt (Karl Marx city).
I’m standing with two loaded cases, the really big family sized ones not the little travel ones, one of the wheels on one of the cases is totally fucked, it doesn’t roll properly and my arms feel like I’ve been on a stretching wrack for the past 2 days. I have my laptop case around my neck, a heavy rucksack on my back; pretty much the bare essentials plus a few kitchen sinks because if you know me well enough I don’t pack light and like to be prepared for everything including the bubonic plague should it resurface. I’m probably carrying near to 100 kg of shit I admittedly don’t need (later I’d find out that no one in Chemnitz wears stilettos and sexy dresses for going out so I definitely didn’t need those) and I haven’t eaten or slept much in the last 24 hours.