Hofbräuhaus

Two decades later, Sofi and I are back in Munich, if not on a winter Interrail so on a short stop en route to Madrid. Though highly predictable, we of course had to go to Hofbräuhaus before stopping by in Frauenkirche for a moment of silence.

Now high above the Alps, we have about an hour and a half to go before landing at Barajas. Cheating on the FFP2 mask mandate, I order a cup of black tea with Streusselkuchen while reflecting on the plasticity of space and time. It is indeed puzzling to think that this world exists only a couple of hours away from Tomtebo and my everyday life as a dad.