Out of my entirely tiny German town, I found the only sushi bar and the only place where they also sell MANGO JUICE. Yes, I said it. MANGO JUICE. MADE FROM MANGOES. I was about to cry from happiness.

Plus, I introduced myself to the owners of the sushi bar. They’re from Korea. I was about to say something in Korean, but I realised most of the Korean I know are curse words.

I think this proves how awesome I am as am.

Fuck yeah.