When I first landed in Germany, the cold hit me harder than the jet lag. Everything felt unfamiliar — the language, the food, even the silence. Back home in Pakistan, streets buzzed with noise, laughter, and chai stalls. Here, the…
When I first landed in Germany, the cold hit me harder than the jet lag. Everything felt unfamiliar — the language, the food, even the silence. Back home in Pakistan, streets buzzed with noise, laughter, and chai stalls. Here, the…