Dear reader, sometime travel is zany, other times it's just slow. Today was somewhere in between, a romantic winter day in fabulous East Berlin (Here would have been a clip of Rutger Hauer strangling a cross-country skier in Berlin, but you get the point)!
We went for a nice walk around Südegälande, an old train works station now turned into a park in south Berlin. Then we went to three museums. I thought of you, dear reader, while among the statues, about how much you'd have liked it. Then I realized that you'd actually hate it. Then I started to get bored, but I couldn't let you down, you looked so interested. You politely confessed that you had been putting on airs - you didn't want to let me down. We both laughed, dear reader. We got pizza and acted so young, so foolish.
It's been fun visiting Berlin with Dad, who was last here in '67. Hearing his contempt of the commercialization of Checkpoint Charlie and talking about hanging out in East Berlin makes the visit better.
It's been a very grown up trip so far, so I went out for drinks with Natalia in Freichdrichschain. Only a few blocks away and that's where the 'youth' was. At 2am we parted ways and I went to go find the party. One Rasputin looking Russian that hassled me, and a loud group of Brazilians later I was on the other side of town, looking for a way home.
Home at 4am and there is one thing that I realized after chatting up people and Natalia. It's that all the things I said while under duress, things I was willing to do, interested in, or planning to do were true. I'm doing a few of them now and I'm proud that I I have been true to myself so far.
But dodging Slavic urine was not on that list. (Am I allowed to ascribe races to excretions? Is that racist?)
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