This is beautiful. Your characters sound so tired, as though every impression is a sensory overload. And the scenery seems to bleed into the language almost. I particularly liked your stark descriptions. Bravo!

I suppose the only way for me to describe the feeling I have about this poem is to say:

You are a genius. I don't know how many times I can tell you that, but it's true. And this poem is the proof of that genius.

Amazing. I am so jealous.

bleak, dingy, but somehow i like it...;

It's a shame I didn't really understand this, but it sounded like the kind of setting you could make a story from. Are you trying to say Americanization is ruining Europe? I've never heard an American say that before, but again, I didn't understand all of this.