Has time ever really escaped you? Every second slips through your fingers? Minutes vanish before your eyes? Hours and days slink into the past?

So here’s the deal, I wanted to write. I really did want to write.  In fact, I was able to send my mom a quick email with photos at one point, and although I’m already back in America now (but not at home!) I want to talk about the end of my exchange then the beginning of being back.

 May 22nd-25th

Jena, Germany

   

  

For a long weekend in May, I visited another exchange student, Jordan. He lives in East Germany, what used to be known as the DDR(German Democratic Republic), which resembled nothing of a democracy. The DDR was the part of Germany taken over by the Soviet Union after World War II, so they were rebuilt with certain socialistic ideas. Jordan’s host parents were both well into their 60s and had lived in the DDR for their entire lives. I heard the stories about how they were members of the Protestant church (very against the political Party), having a Volkswagen Bug where the only car driven was a Trabbi (upper right photo), and the fear of saying what you thought, which could ruin your children’s lives. It was a really educational weekend, and I loved seeing how another exchange student lived.