I have always loved training montages in kung fu movies where the dedicated hero goes to the all-but-forgotten-temple on top of a mountain and learns from the monks how to be a bad mamajama. I have often day-dreamed about undertaking that journey myself.

Well now, living in Neustrelitz is about as close to metaphorical mountain as I have ever been. I am completely isolated out here. Sans internet, contact with family, and English speakers (a subtitle would be helpful), my goal only becomes clearer. But with only football on the plate, I have be careful not to let an unsavory performance ruin my meals.
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