Man, what a day! I swear, Diekirch really knows how to throw a curveball. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s shining, birds chirping, and I’m thinkin’, “Today’s the day I catch the big one!” I grab my gear, head outta my little flat on Rue de la Gare. You know, the one with the creaky stairs? Yeah, that one.
First stop, the river. The Sauer, or whatever it’s called. I’m all pumped, ready to reel in some fish. But nah, the fish must’ve been on vacation or somethin’. I’m sittin’ there for hours, just me and my thoughts. And let me tell ya, my thoughts can get pretty wild. Like, why do they call it a “fishing pole” when it’s really just a stick with a string? Makes no sense, right?
Anyway, I’m sittin’ there, and suddenly, this dude walks by. He’s got a dog that looks like it just rolled in mud. I’m talkin’ full-on swamp monster. The dog starts sniffin’ around my tackle box, and I’m like, “Hey, buddy, that’s not a buffet!” But the guy just laughs and says, “He’s just lookin’ for a snack!” I mean, c’mon! I’m tryin’ to fish here, not feed the neighborhood pets!
So, I pack up and head to the market on Place du Marché. Figured I’d grab a bite. You ever had a bratwurst from that stand? Man, it’s like heaven in a bun. I’m munchin’ away, and this lady starts talkin’ to me about the weather. Like, lady, it’s Luxembourg! It’s always a gamble! One minute it’s sunny, the next it’s pouring. I just nod and smile, but inside I’m thinkin’, “Can we talk about somethin’ more interesting? Like, I dunno, the best fishing spots?”
After that, I decide to stroll down Rue de l’Industrie. It’s a nice street, ya know? But then I see this guy trying to parallel park. And let me tell ya, it was like watching a bad comedy show. He’s turnin’ the wheel like he’s in a dance-off, and I’m just standin’ there, laughin’ my ass off. Finally, he gets it, but not without bumpin’ the curb like it owed him money. Classic!
Then, outta nowhere, I bump into my buddy, Jean. He’s all excited, talkin’ about some festival happening at the Abbey of St. Lawrence. I’m like, “Dude, I’m a fisherman, not a party animal!” But he drags me along anyway. And wow, what a scene! Music, food, people everywhere. I’m thinkin’, “This is way better than fishin’!”
But then, I see a guy with a fishing pole. I’m like, “Really? At a festival?” Turns out, he’s part of some contest. I’m feelin’ a mix of jealousy and anger. Like, why can’t I catch a break? But then I see him catch a fish, and I’m like, “Okay, maybe I’ll just stick to bratwurst.”
As the sun sets, I’m walkin’ back home, feelin’ all sorts of emotions. Happy, angry, surprised. Diekirch, man, it’s a wild ride. I love this place, but it drives me nuts sometimes. I get home, kick off my boots, and just crash on the couch. Tomorrow’s another day, and who knows what it’ll bring? But for now, I’m just a tired fisherman, ready to dream about the one that got away.