Who Are All These White People That Refuse to Speak English?

I have a strange feeling I’ve been here before. The space reminds me of Vancouver or Montreal, and the shops remind me of South America. Or maybe it seems familiar because I’m so relaxed - Welcomed by the pervasive German hospitality.

I OWE YOU A PICTURE OR TWO HERE BUT SOMEHOW FUTURISTIC BERLIN RUNS ITS INTERNET THROUGH CANS WITH STRING.

Speaking of congeniality, Dad overheard some Americans and lunged at them in the dark to comment on how quiet the city is. The Stranger appropriately took it for the introduction to a stabbing and jogged off. Happily we were following them and were thinking of a nice follow-up, such as Dad inserting his head by the strangers ear and saying, "Makes you wonder..."

I’m not excited yet, no! However, I am very happy. Not physically, as the last two nights were spent with a shaking fever. My head was still gushing as we explored Berlin Mitte. WHY IS IT SO QUIET. It’s absolutely eerie. I see cars move, but no noise, and people are calm and shushed. It’s the same moment in film when the façade is revealed, letting you know that you’ve been in the same place the whole time.

The plane ride I did get to enjoy Gael Garcia Bernals acting in Letters to Juliet. I was put in the mood for romantic Dusseldorf in November. And as far as airports as Police States, the efficient and easy customs, silent glass doors, and hushed Segway police and total lack of signs, makes Dusseldorf number One in that regard.

I know it’s my extended vacation, but I feel so relaxed and I want it to be more than just getting away. I think I’d like to live a spell in a place like this*. Time to ride that wave to the end with a night over the toilet.

This is stuck in my head. This is what I think Europeans always think this is cool.

*Subject to change without notice.