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May 30, 2019

Day 280
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June 02, 2019

Day 281
Day 281

June 03, 2019

Frankfurt, Germany

Day 282
Day 282

June 04, 2019

First day in Berlin, Germany

Day 283
Day 283

June 05, 2019

Day 284
Day 284

June 06, 2019

Day 285
Day 285

June 07, 2019

Day 286
Day 286

June 08, 2019

Day 287
Day 287

June 9, 2019

Day 288
Day 288

June 10, 2019

Day 289
Day 289

June 11, 2019

Day 290
Day 290

June 12, 2019, Gammertingen, Germany. I couldn’t find the kinds of foods that I wanted to eat. Everything was mostly bread, butter and cheese.

Day 291
Day 291

June 13, 2019, Gammertingen, Germany

Day 292
Day 292

June 14, 2019, Gammertingen, Germany

Day 293
Day 293

June 15, 2019: Last day in Gammertingen, Germany. I stopped by the coffee shop downstairs and the server asked me if I was Filipino. I told her that I was American. She asked where my parents were from. It turns out that she use to attend church with a Hmong protestant boy. She said that she was interested in different languages and asked him to say something meaningful. She tattooed it to her body. She asked if I met any Hmong people, and when I said that I did not, she told me “what a pity”. The Hmong reads “Vaajtsws yog kev hlub” or “Jesus is love” in the green Hmong dialect.

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Day 277

May 30, 2019

Day 280

June 02, 2019

Day 281

June 03, 2019

Frankfurt, Germany

Day 282

June 04, 2019

First day in Berlin, Germany

Day 283

June 05, 2019

Day 284

June 06, 2019

Day 285

June 07, 2019

Day 286

June 08, 2019

Day 287

June 9, 2019

Day 288

June 10, 2019

Day 289

June 11, 2019

Day 290

June 12, 2019, Gammertingen, Germany. I couldn’t find the kinds of foods that I wanted to eat. Everything was mostly bread, butter and cheese.

Day 291

June 13, 2019, Gammertingen, Germany

Day 292

June 14, 2019, Gammertingen, Germany

Day 293

June 15, 2019: Last day in Gammertingen, Germany. I stopped by the coffee shop downstairs and the server asked me if I was Filipino. I told her that I was American. She asked where my parents were from. It turns out that she use to attend church with a Hmong protestant boy. She said that she was interested in different languages and asked him to say something meaningful. She tattooed it to her body. She asked if I met any Hmong people, and when I said that I did not, she told me “what a pity”. The Hmong reads “Vaajtsws yog kev hlub” or “Jesus is love” in the green Hmong dialect.

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