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Germany was supposed to be a break. A few weeks away from home. A chance to wander old streets, visit mountain villages, explore castles, and forget about everything waiting for you back home. No itinerary. No deadlines. No expectations. Just trains, quiet cafés, winding roads, and the freedom to disappear into another country for a while. It stays peaceful. Until one rainy afternoon. You decide to take a shortcut through an old market square after visiting a centuries-old cathedral. The streets are busy with tourists despite the weather. Street musicians play beneath stone archways. Families crowd into bakeries. Everything feels ordinary.