The Dublin street layout engineer I’ve trapped in my basement: if you aren’t smart enough to solve my Riddles Three and find the ancient cornerstone, older than your fucking country, upon which I’ve etched a tiny cipher that, when cracked, reveals what street you’re on, then you shouldn’t be in fucking Ireland [spits out blood]
Me: I DIDNT EVEN HIT YOU. WHERE DID YOU GET THE BLOOD
There’s a city in Germany, Mannheim, where the city center is laid out on a grid, but instead of naming the roads they named the blocks. So your grocery store might be on block L5. and that refers to, like, the square on the grid paper where the building is, rather than the street on which the building is.
Which like, ok fine. you’d assume the numbers go in order one way, and the letters go in order perpendicular to that.
Well you see, if you’re European, you’re born with this map coded in your brain –
so it works just fine. But if released into a city that was actually planned, we roll into a ball like a woodlouse and wait for someone to catapult us back home.
