Germany
I slept through my first visit to Germany since my dad and I were going on a bus during the night to Czechoslovakia, as it was called back then. I was just a kid and I was amazed how the seats on the bus turned into a bunker bed and my dad and I got the upper bed. I was squeezed in between all the passengers around me and the roof of the bus above me. I got a bit claustrophobic but at the same time it felt safe, like I was sleeping in a womb. It was actually the opposite of safe because if the driver would have to step on the brakes, then we would all come crashing down on the floor in a pile of each other. I remember seeing the street lights passing us by through my closed eyes and I was excited to be in an exotic place like Germany. For some reason I will never forget this, and I both wanted to see Germany at the same time that it was enough just to know that we were there while I would be sleeping. It took me a long time to go back to Germany to see it for real, I was now an adul...