The Neverending Story

So, finally I’m in Vienna again.
In the last days I was hanging out with the Polish couple. We went to see the Magic Fountain and had cool talks sitting on a bench in front of the hostel.
They are really nice people and I’m glad I met them (I owe the Slovenian couple for introducing them to me). Maybe I will visit them once. After all, I’ve never been to Poland before. :)
Frankly, when I had to leave, I was kind of sad. And when I arrived in Hamburg, I realised that I failed to fully enjoy and appreciate Barcelona. But it’s okay, I mean I did really have a good time there and maybe I can go back sometime (although next time I’d like to visit Madrid, Granada (<3) and Sevilla too - the real Spain, you see :D).
Well, Hamburg… when I arrived, I went to the address, my couch surfing host gave me, but she wasn’t there and didn’t answer her phone. For it was getting dark, I started to look for a hostel and found one near to the station.
Man, the station is a scary place. There were so many drunk and homeless people and I even saw one girl who was bleeding. So I was very afraid that there won’t be any place in the hostel and I’ll have to spend the night among these people. 
But then I luckily just could book a room (for 28 + 3€ -.-).
This girl from couch surfing called me then and in the end we met. She apologized for what had happened and we talked for a while. She was very nice and we spoke about everything, but I still cannot understand, how she could forget her phone when she knew that I was arriving that day… but whatever. So my first couch surfing experience was rather interesting.
In the hostel my roomate was a guy from Greece. We started to chat and it turned out to be a particulary deep conversation about books and what kind of wisdom they convey, about travelling alone and if someone has to experience everything on his own, about fears and death, about nation as a community and many more.

Oh my God, I am so tired, maybe tomorrow I will write more…