Watching Ridle Baku takes me back To cobblestone streets Strangers speaking in mysterious, angry accents Asking, “bist du Amerikaner?” Ja. A few blocks separated us, A chain and barbed wire fence And MP’s wielding machine guns But on Saturday’s my parents took me out to the market And I wonder if we ever passed by each other Two children in the same city The city was yours, is yours. I was just a tenant. Standing in ancient shadows. I never knew Arizona didn’t have castles Until I left, and I missed them. I got a Mainz 05 scarf when I was 18. A year before I watched you play for them, And score against Leipzig. And the city cheered. Your city cheered. And all at once I realized how much I loved Mainz And how badly I wanted to call Mainz home. How badly I wanted the city I grew up in to feel like home.