Call me Tylor.
Some months ago — never-mind how many precisely — having little or no money to my name, a recently completed Master’s Degree, and nothing particular to interest me in Canada, I thought I would travel about and see something of the world — and move to Germany. I’d done it before, and it’s a way I have of driving off the spleen, of regulating the circulation. Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth, whenever I find it is a long, drizzly November in my soul, I take to the road as quick as possible.
–And so I ended up in Trier.