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When I first set foot in Sulliva on November 7, 2489, during the Galilean Era, adapting to life there was quite a challenge. Prior to my arrival, I had very little knowledge about the area, which led me to spend endless hours delving into various texts, newspaper articles, and journals that were largely confusing. Fortunately, my dear friend Josephine from the Crown Institute stepped in to assist me with translations.
I was eager to discover Sulliva and immerse myself in its unique culture. Back home, it was infamously referred to as the "Sin City of the West," remnants of a land once known as "Neu Deutschland." This area was rumored to be filled with hidden treasures and stunning sights, all while grappling with a complex history. Sulliva had a difficult relationship with Al-Nour, having broken away from the once-powerful Aetherian Regime. Although they renounced their empire and beliefs fifty years ago, many in my home country still harbored outdated biases against them.
After sharing my plans to visit Kraft City with friends in Mahrum, I was met with a range of reactions—from mild disapproval to outright concern. "What would draw you there?" they asked. "That place is fraught with trouble." Their doubts only fueled my curiosity to experience it firsthand. Arriving in November as part of a business trip Josephine had organized just days prior, I was determined to form my own opinions. My apartment on Westmel Street faced a bustling river, providing a breathtaking view
What I discovered in Sulliva was a land full of contradictions: vibrant yet misunderstood, complex yet warm and inviting.
The people there were a delightful revelation; contrary to the distant or unwelcoming stereotypes I had encountered, they were genuinely friendly, curious, and eager to share their personal stories. I vividly remember a chilly Tuesday as winter approached, when I decided to take a stroll. A cheerful street vendor caught my attention, warmly encouraging me to try a dish called Bratkartoffeln. Even though I forgot to bring my credits, he generously offered it to me for free—what a kind-hearted soul.
The following week, after concluding my meetings, my friend and I set off to explore more of the area, beginning with the town of Eden in Kraft City. There, I found traditional practices effortlessly intertwined with modern life. We arrived during Schneefest, where the atmosphere buzzed with music, laughter, and the sounds of clinking beer steins despite the brisk winter wind. With a borrowed lederhosen from a gracious local, I dove into the celebrations, relishing pretzels as big as my head and Weisswurst that felt like a warm embrace on a chilly day.
In contrast, Beaumans presented a completely different energy. This lively port city pulsed with maritime life, and I took an unforgettable sunset walk along the Elbe River, where the shimmering water reflected the glowing lights of Speicherstadt, an old warehouse district transformed into a vast ship factory. Yet, it was the charming towns that truly enchanted me.
In Neu Berlin, I roamed the asphalt streets framed by half-timbered houses and gazed upon the impressive Fortress of the Emperor, which dominated the landscape from its hilltop. Just below stood the High Rise, the military headquarters founded by the celebrated Empress Magnolia Schmidt in 2477 GE, who played a pivotal role in dismantling the Aetherian Monarchy and championing the freedom of her people.
No journey to Sulliva would be complete without experiencing its culinary delights; each meal—from bratwurst at a bustling Frankfurt street stall to the exquisite Black Forest cake in a cozy café—felt like a taste of the nation's essence. In every place I visited, I found memories that etched themselves into my heart, making Sulliva not just a destination, but rich experiences filled with contrasts, connections, and unforgettable moments.
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