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Today, I went to Jena and Weimal. Goethe and Schiller's town. Franz Liszt's wohn haus and music high school. No one goes to far away to become another person. Goethe and his lover lives same town, born in same town, maybe. Almost all people born in the small town will be grow up there, mary there, and die there. If he or she was born at another town, his/her life will be different. But now, we can choose the way, or at least, it looks like we can. Someone can get the chance and become something. We are happier than before, is't it?