#25 Kassel hassle

Holländischen Platz

Not even 60 seconds had passed.
”Cocaine? Marihuana?”
My friends told me the Holländischen Platz in Kassel (Germany), an intersection under which pedestrian and cyclist tunnels are located, was special.
And indeed, not even 60 seconds had passed and I had already made a new friend, one with benefits. We talked a bit. He had lived in Belgium, in the region of Liège. But after some stress with the Belgian police he had decided to move to Kassel, where his nephew lived. The beer was better in Kassel, but business was slow.
We walked together through the tunnels. He warned me “not good here, agressive here.”
A drunk, shabby guy was peeing against a wall. I don't know if he had to piss urgently or if he did it in protest against the grafitti on the wall.

I spent the better part of an hour in those tunnels. Here’s what I took home.