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The next part of the Surprisingly Non-Disturbing Tour Of My Childhood was the part where we went to the town I grew up in, which I haven't been to in 9 years or so. We stayed with another friend (which was really super) and we ate at the local Chinese restaurant (which was appalling, but Reto thinks it was great because he thinks it was very similar to Swiss Chinese food). We dawdled around on a tour of all the houses we lived in and the schools we went to and the places we frequented. We inadvertently got a bit caught up in some sort of religious procession, which seemed to be far bigger than it actually was because all the marching kiddies were being followed by a whole string of cars. As the procession arrived at the carpark behind the supermarket, though, it became apparent that most of them were full of people who were just hoping to get a bit of shopping done. I thought that going back there would have been more ... not traumatic, because my time spent there was fine, and not emotional, because I hardly know anyone who lives there these days and I don't really have much connection to the place, but more something, and it kind of wasn't. The town hasn't really changed enough to be different (new shops replacing old shops, and the fact that there's a McDonalds there now notwithstanding), and the day we were there was a Sunday, which meant that everything was closed and there were very few people to be seen. It was hard to get an impression of what the town is really like these days, I suppose, and apparently I don't feel enough sentimental nostalgia to really care.