I was trying to fall asleep when I started stressing about a paper I wrote years ago on Gothic archetechturein the carhedral in Colonge (Köln), Germany. I recall the teacher being from Armenia, but not even what state or class I eould have written such a paper. So, why the heck would I be worried about what I wrote about it when I actually know nothing about it? It does not matter at all amyway. It was just the kind of thing I did. I loved that Catherdral and wanted the world to know I climbed it's steps (though I don't remember doing do, now). They were doing reconstruction on it at the time, I was told there was usually an elevator available but, mot during construction...hmmm. they had elevators when the Cathedral was constructed? Also, I wonder where all those pamphlets/books went, and why I had that guy for a teacher, it was a temporary thing. I can remember that.
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