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About Essen

Sometimes I get all misty-eyed, tho. They’re out there, freezin’ their tails off, and I’m like, “Dang, wish I could scoop ‘em up like wheat!” But then—bam!—I get mad again. Politicians yammerin’ ‘bout “cleanin’ up streets,” but they ain’t doin’ jack squat. Hypocrites! Makes me wanna holler, “Strategery, people! Get it together!”

Now, lemme tell ya—Betzenhausen’s a gem, a neighborhood less known to outsiders but oh boy, it’s home, real home, with secret alleys and cute cafes where I’ve had honest convos with folks strugglin’ with family drama. I be ramblin’ on about how life is like a winding river—as livin’ here got taught me more than any book. And speakin’ of rivers, the Iller flows quietly near the city edges, addin’ that soft murmur to the urban chorus.

Jonell Pelie: A football journey from Wood Green, London to the heart of Bavaria