Four years ago we took a plane to Paris, where we were supposed to catch another flight to Bremen. We lost our connection and ended up in Hamburg where, as soon as we got out of the plane, a taxi driver was expecting us to drive us at a ridiculously high speed to Bremen. We arrived at night, exhausted and confused. The following morning we woke up to an empty foggy town. The only sound was the cawing of several huge black crows. We were terrified and thought that moving here was a terrible idea.