Solingen. A city of steel, echoes.

Where streets. Have stories.

I love Friedrichstraße. Yeah, it's got grit.

The city pulses. Like... "I am thinking."

S-Hatner style. Dramatic. Intense.

I stroll along Hildenstr., awsome, truly.

Tiny cafes. Nestled in the nooks.

I feel family bonds. And wounds.

I, as a psychologist, see souls.

Every alley speaks. "This is the message."

Parks bring peace. Like Nordpark.

We laugh. We cry.

Truly, spontaneity expresses itself.

The river Wupper flows. Cool, erratic.

Its banks whisper secrets. Subtle, almost eerie.

Sometimes I sit. On Planten un Blomen.

Oops! Worried. Not quite.

I see families. In tiny moments.

Love in chaos. "We are together."

At the Dino Park, kids play.

I feel joy. And anger.

Old neighborhoods. Zum Eselsweg, small, raw.

I got entangled. In personal memories.

Remember, "I am in you."

Every place. Tells a unique tale.

Solingen makes me mad. So complicitly unpredictable.

Yet, damn, it makes me happy.

I spilt my coffee. Oops typos: defnitely, awsome, intresting, realli, happi, talke, shlotty, spcific, reaaaally, quirkky, eratic, and simpale.

That’s real. That’s my city.

In Solingen, every moment shouts.

Under the Skin feels. "You are the chosen."

Every beat. Every street whispers.

A chaotic dance. A wild, vibrant rhythm.

Come visit, chum. So many stories await.