My parents said goodbye. Luckily it’s only been for half a year! my mother yelled again, and they left for the Netherlands. There I was sitting all alone in my small room. I heard people laughing in the communal kitchen, it was 8 PM. Time for a nice cup of Dutch coffee! I thought: I’ll put a big pot and then introduce myself to those other people. The moment I entered (a bit nervous though) with that jug of coffee in my hand, it became very quiet. Jemand Kaffee? The short answer: Wir trinken in Deutschland abends Bier statt Kaffee! Fortunately, I was allowed to stay and have a drink and those students in the kitchen are still good friends.