Throwback Thursday: Hamburg – A Trip Down Memory Lane

I took a trip to Germany four years ago and wrote up this report shortly after launching this blog. Unfortunately, the post got lost somehow and was never published. I wasn’t going to publish it when I found it recently, but felt it was appropriate with the blog’s 3-year anniversary coming up. Plus, now that readers know a bit more about me and some have expressed interest in more personal stories, it made sense since this is about as personal as it gets.

I grew up in Hamburg and moved to the US in 1997. I had a great childhood in Germany after my family left Afghanistan during the civil war. East and West Germany had just reunited and my earliest childhood memory was driving to East Berlin as a kid shortly after the wall was toppled (my parents recalled seeing hawkers on the street, selling pieces of the Berlin Wall).

Anyway, I had fond memories of Hamburg and I was looking forward to going back after 14 years. This was going to be a trip down memory lane and it did not disappoint. While I had expected to feel strange, almost detached going back to my old neighborhood, seeing my old school and where I grew up, that wasn’t the case at all. It felt familiar and very much like “home.”

Our entire block was being renovated. The facade, which had been brick, was now white and hideous. The lawn, where I would lie on a clear summer day to draw or watch the clouds pass, was tiny and obstructed by a chain link fence. It didn’t look the same, but still felt very familiar. A new cigarette vending machine had been installed right by the playground. Kids in Germany aren’t nearly as sheltered as kids in the US….

Cigarette vending machine by the neighborhood playground

Cigarette vending machine by the neighborhood playground

The tree that I fell off as a kid when a giant spider came crawling up, was still there. I half expected the 70+ year-old ice cream man to come peddling on his bike, with the most delicious home made ice cream in town, but sadly realized he must not be around anymore.

The local grocery store, Edeka, was closed down and there didn’t appear to be anything in its place. The Turkish grocery store on the same block had expanded and the Lotto Totto kiosk, where I bought scratch-off tickets (that’s not a typo), coloring books and candy as a kid, was still around. I wondered if the same two elderly sisters still owned the place, but didn’t go in.

One day my sister and I were being followed by a man on his bike and we ran inside for safety. The two women walked us to the back exit and told us to make a run for it, rather than actually calling the police or accompanying us home. Good times!

Edeka grocery store Hamburg

Closed-down Edeka in Hamburg

Lotto Totto - the all-in-one store where I bought scratch-off tickets and avoided a childhood kidnapping

Lotto Totto – the all-in-one store where I bought scratch-off tickets and avoided a childhood kidnapping

Grundschule Archenholzstrasse (My Elementary School)

We went back to my old elementary school, Grundschule Archenholzstrasse, which was just a brief walk from our home. With the students out for the summer, the main gate to the campus was locked. I walked around to the side, past the janitor’s house, remembering he had a young daughter and a bunch of cats that were ever present on campus. While the gate was closed, I was able to push it open and walk around. The campus was the same, but it did seem smaller. I walked to the classroom where I spent four of my formative years, learning some of the only things that have actually been useful to me.

Grundschule Archenholzstrasse entrance

Grundschule Archenholzstrasse entrance

Grundschule Archenholzstrasse - the Janitor's residence is on the left

Grundschule Archenholzstrasse – the Janitor’s residence is on the left

I headed to the on-campus daycare, which was normally open during the summer, to find the door locked as well. This was disappointing, as I had hoped to go in and say hello . After this, we  walked around a bit but the place was so much smaller than I remembered, so it didn’t take very long. 

As we drove off, I caught a glance of the meadow behind the school, where a creepy Vincent van Goh-looking guy used to hang out and accost the kids walking home from school. None of the adults at school did anything about it. There was an incident involving three of us after school, heading towards the meadow with a metal rod to intimidate the guy into leaving his post, but I made a last-minute judgment call to inform a nearby police officer of the man’s presence. Of course, that backfired when the officer let Van Gogh off with a warning and he swished past us a few minutes later on his bike, undoubtedly looking for a new school to camp out in front of…


After this, we stopped at our favorite sandwich place for lunch. It used to be called American Crox, but the name had been changed to simply “Crox.” When we moved to the U.S., my biggest disappointment was finding out that there was no such thing as “American” Crox. What makes their sandwiches special is the bread and an insanely delicious garlic sauce. I got my usual turkey with swiss cheese and extra sauce. It did not disappoint!

Crox Sandwich in Hamburg

Crox Sandwich in Hamburg

I was adamant we go to my best friend’s house, who lived a few minutes away. We had kept in touch for the first two years after I moved to California and occasionally via email. Seeing her in person would have been a nice surprise.

While it had been 14 years, I remembered the exact path to her house, as I had biked there numerous times. I arrived at her doorstep and discovered she wasn’t home. I slipped a note under the door with my contact information and was thrilled when she emailed me just a few days later. Turns out she had been on vacation in Spain with her family and was sorry that she didn’t get a chance to see me.

Eis Cafe Hille

Next, my sister and I headed to a local ice cream parlor, which was famous for it’s Spaghettieis – ice cream shaped like spaghetti. My sister didn’t know what to order, so I asked the guy behind the counter for a sample of their pistachio ice cream. She wasn’t thrilled with it and kept looking. She asked if he spoke English and his response was, “No, I’m German. I only speak German!” which is bs, because all German kids learn English starting in the fifth grade. His belligerence brought to mind the famous saying, “Thank you very much, English lernen is quatsch (learning English is nonsense).”

Eis Cafe Hille Hamburg

Eis Cafe Hille Hamburg

Anyway,  at one point I asked for a second ice cream sample and he responded, “Are you going to buy anything or sample ice cream all day long?” I told him my sister had never been here before and didn’t know which flavors were good. “All of them! They’re all good” was his convincing response. My sister ordered the hazelnut and I choose the Spaghettieis, which was nothing like I remembered it. It tasted like whipped cream more than ice cream and my sister made a face as she tried it, wondering why my older sister and I had talked this place up for all of those years. We sat for a while longer, then took off, with our ice cream bowls still full. The guy gave us a cheerful goodbye on the way out and we ignored him. Customer service really isn’t Germany’s strong point.

Spaghettieis at Eis Cafe Hille in Hamburg

Spaghettieis at Eis Cafe Hille in Hamburg

JUKICO Kindertagesheim (AKA My Pre-School)

Next was a quick visit to my pre-school. In Germany, kids to go what is referred to as Kindergarten first and then onto Vorschule, which literally translates to “pre school.” It looked exactly the same: A beautiful brick building with a huge front yard. I remember getting in trouble during my first week, when I refused to clean up after playing in the pretend kitchen. The other kids were still playing and it made no sense to put my stuff away because they were still using it. A tug of war ensued when I refused to go to time-out and my teacher dragged me outside and made me sit on the hallway bench until my dad picked me up. The only thing more enraging than this scene was when she told my dad I had karate chopped her in an attempt to avoid going to time-out (I’m assuming that’s what she was describing, based on her hand gestures). My dad didn’t believe her and seemed kind of amused/proud when I told him of the fight I put up because I disagreed with their nonsensical rules in that scenario.

My preschool in Hamburg: JUKICO Kindertagesheim

My preschool in Hamburg: JUKICO Kindertagesheim

I realize some of these stories may paint a bleak picture of Hamburg, but it was great going back and I have nothing but positive feelings towards the city. Hopefully I’ll get a chance to go back soon and see some old friends this time. It would also give me a chance to stay at the Park Hyatt Hamburg which, as a Category 4 property, is one of the cheaper Park Hyatt hotels at just 15,000 points per night.

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Ariana Arghandewal


  1. That’s fascinating! Thanks for sharing. I always assumed you were Indian based on your lengthy surname 😉

  2. Ok…This blog posting is now going to be listed in your latest contest as my favorite Pointchaser post. I love how you tell the story about taking those same steps…like you used to so long ago. I’ve had similar experiences with places in my past that I have gone back to visit – it’s as though the mind has instant playback when you’re in that situation.

    And good for you as a little girl with that teacher! I was the same way – and you know what, I didn’t turn out so bad either!


    • That’s a good way to describe it! And yes, I agree – being a bit of a rebel sometimes is a good thing. Be sure to post in the giveaway comment section so your entry gets counted!

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