Guilty?
The courthouse.
Our class had a trip planned to a courthouse for their politics and rights class, and Rebeca and I of course joined them.
We took a few trains to get there and after waiting in a que for a while, and trying to ger the security guards too understand that we had literally no idea what they were saying to us, and that we weren’t trying to not cooperate, we had to rush up three flights of stairs to arrive at the room we were going to visit.
The trial was to decide if a man was guilty or not for having drugs in his car, and after forty minutes of so it was decided we has, but that instead of going to jail he’d be in parole.
After the trial we were free to do whatever we wanted so Rebeca, some girls and I all went back to Munich, and walked around the city.
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