Als ich neulich in Durham (UK) war, schrieb ich:

On the other hand there’s a dangerous elephant in Durham. It goes by a strange name reminding me of historical Persian rulers, like Xerxes or something. Didn’t the Persians use war elephants? Not sure, but Hannibal did, and people remember him. They also remember how Hannibal’s elephants were made aggressive with fermented fruit and sometimes took to attack the Carthagenians instead of the enemy. This contemporary elephant is also a shifty character. If people talk about the beast at all (they’d rather not, it seems) little hard knowledge is to be gained. Nobody can tell me where it came from or what it wants. At first, I get the impression the elephant has not too many fans in Durham, but in my hotel’s lobby I find free newspapers musing about how a good old elephant rampage could be the best thing to happen in a long, long time. This is confusing.

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Durham, England, United Kingdom – I like you. Thank you so much for everything. Please don’t let the elephant run amok. Please.

Tja.