“ONE OF SLOVENES WAS SPENDING TOO MUCH SO THEY PUT HIM ON BOAT AND HE LANDED IN SCOTLAND. THIS IS HOW SCOTLAND WAS MADE.”
Unplanned trips became something usual during my Erasmus. Thanks to the unlimited use of public transport in state Hessen and because of the cheap FlixBus tickets I was constantly traveling around Germany.
One spring Sunday, I found myself in Bonn, in German state North Rhine-Westphalia just to walk on the streets where cherry trees are blooming.
Bonn at Rein is one of the oldest German cities, established in the times of Romans. Between 1949 – 1990 it was the capital city of West Germany. Today it has more than 300 thousand inhabitants, with Ludwig von Beethoven still being the most famous among them.
It quickly showed that our Slovene-Russian-Jordan group was not the only one with the plan to walk under the cherry trees.
We have only a few hours to spent in Bonn so we decided to walk around the old city center. Not far from the market we found Beethoven’s birth house, today museum about his life and work. After two hours of exploring his work and listening to his most famous music (note to myself: Part of Beethoven’s Ninth symphony is European anthem), we decided that we have enough of culture for quite some time, so we went to have lunch in one of many cute little restaurants nearby old city hall built rococo style.
After the lunch we visited Bonn Minster, one of the oldest German churches located on Münsterplatz, near the Beethoven Monument. And then the rest of the day spent being lost on a market, going through old books and gramophone records. We wander around boutique shops and bookstores, where I found our one and only philosopher Slavoj Žižek, and suddenly remembered his quote that still make me smile: “One of Slovenes was spending too much so they put him on boat and he landed in Scotland. This is how Scotland was made.”
We ended our day with a rather unusual walk by the old Bonn Cemetery, founded in the 1715. Call me crazy, but old cemeteries have always attracted me. Their mysteriousness, hand-carved monuments that border already on works of art, and hide the thousand and one life story that our international group did not even dream of late Sunday afternoon.