So, I’m sitting outside, soaking in the rays and enjoying Hamburg’s summer (all 2 hours of it) when I hear a loud screech, followed by some crazy honking. I look around, stunned (the first time that a car makes any sort of sound in this nation of BMWs and Porsches). I hear people screaming and I see a kid sitting on his bike, and a car driver shouting something and driving away. Apparently, the kid was riding his bike all over the place, and nearly got run over.

The kids’ parents, brothers, sisters, aunts, uncles and grandparents are screaming at him. They’re my new (and soon to be ex) neighbors. They’re Lebanese.

Why am I not surprised.