My Third Day in Hamburg

Unfortunately the public park below the deck of the youth hostel where I'm staying is a magnet for the local louts. A group of them sang loudly for hours into early Sunday morning, punctuating their slurred songs with shouts and screams for good measure.
Now, why Hamburg your typical medieval German city, all half timbered houses and narrow streets.
A couple pots of water emptied on the heads of these morons would have done the trick. Let's face it, it wouldn't have been water in those pots back in the day.
Hamburg's not quaint because it was firebombed in WW2 by the RAF, and the destruction wrought was beyond anything they'd expected. There are very few old buildings here. As in other cities, plaques here and there commemorate this legacy. The shipyards used concentration camp slave labor, and at the exit to the Elbtunnel on the other side from Hamburg city is a small sign identifying Hungarian Jews as those who died while working on battleships.
I listened to another chapter of Code Named Verity last night before trying to
block out the drunken louts, and it certainly adds a depth of understanding to the Germany I'm seeing.
Just one hostel guest yelled back at these rude people to shut up, which brought on only louder more defiant singing. The rest of us, me included, resorted to ear plugs. The dorm isn't air conditioned so you have to leave the windows open.
I suspect the revellers are now sleeping it off among the lilacs and nettle patches in the nearby park. Just like these blubbery deals.