Day 7: 7km, ?hm
Today is a day of rest, or Monday. I only manage to cover an estimated 7 km because I (unsuccessfully) go in search of a bicycle shop to have my damaged crank set replaced.
Today I mainly get to know Mo’s family. With Mo’s Doma (short for German granny, he was allowed to study and work in her house during Corona) we cook Arabic-delicious. Doma and I are grateful for Mo’s cooking skills. Then I get to know his sister and mother, they bring wonderful Arabic sweets (the Maamoul with cardamom awaken an unknown faith). Such wonderful people have shaped him. Mo grew up in Damascus. There is a lot of beauty in the way he combines the two cultures. His German is characterised by the poetic nature of Arabic, he paints pictures with words. When Germany wins the opening game of the European Championship, he is full of wild euphoria. We drive through the city centre in a Smart car, honking our horns. We eat another delicious kebab (supposedly the best in Lower Saxony) and move on to gentle conversations.
Warm words at breakfast
With Mos Doma
