What? A post actually about Germany?

Ok, so about two months ago, when I was still going back and forth from the visa office trying to confirm I could stay in the country, a youngish Turkish man on a bicycle asked me for change to make a phone call. He was on a bike as well and I was waiting for the light to change to cross the street. Being that I'm a nice person, and that if I were ever in a position where I ran out of change and needed to make a phone call, I would want someone to give me a coin, I gave him 50 cents. He thanked me and biked away.

So then, maybe the week before I went home for Christmas the same guy on the bike stops while I'm walking from the school I work at to the main train station to get something to eat. At first, because I wasn't paying much attention, I thought he had recognized me and was thanking me for the change I had given him before. But no, he hadn't and proceeded to ask if I had a 20 cent piece because he needed to go to the locksmith to have a new key made because he had locked himself out of his apartment. I proceeded to pretend I didn't speak German. He kept yelling "Schüsseldienst!" at me and I just smiled dumbly until he biked off.

Finally, last week I see the same guy again, coming under the bridge by the main train station, singing "Ein Stern" at the top of his lungs. Luckily, this time he did not stop.

I've dubbed him the Bicycling Junkie of Bremen. Clearly, he spends all day riding around the streets on his bike asking for money to support some sort of drug habit. I am convinced of this.