Germany. Of all of Europe, Germany was where I felt my heart. There is a practicality, a calmness, but overall this unexplainable sense of...Germany. Rent by the rest of the world, the air in the country is still saturated with the weight of actions most of its inhabitants weren't alive for. But at a mere 50 years, some were, and the days I spent with them, watching their tears at seeing the horror, remembering that pain as their own memory made me shiver, and I was only looking at bullet holes in one of the world's better museums. On a happier note, they did have castles and nightclubs and the Black Forest and crazy big beers!