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Honi stood in front of a fast-food joint opposite a large medieval church in the center of Heidelberg. With the weight of his pack pulling him backwards, he had his head thrown back, looking up all the way to the top of the old building. He was amazed how the modern restaurant with its red plastic seats and bright yellow advertising sat comfortably within the ancient oxblood-red facade.
Honi had never been to Europe. The airport and train station could have been anywhere in the US, but the minute he’d exited the taxi, his mind was blown. There were some chain stores he recognized from home—the Apple store further down the pedestrian zone, and the McDonald’s in front of him, just to name a few. But the vast majority of businesses were small boutique shops he’d never heard of.
Once the
