the way people enter a cafe
dilapidated buildings
crazy communists
the smell of burning objects from the squats
weeds in the sidewalk
German boys
German girls
Dönner Kebap
graffiti that's street art
street art that's graffiti
sun seeking party zombies
the TV tower in the violet hour
fashionable retailers struggling to survive
my bike's squeaky brakes in the snow
churchbells from both directions on the hour
the walk to the subway station
saying Entschuldigung and Tchüss
sour faces and shouting vendors at the Turkish Markt
the beautiful children
underkept parks, dogs, and drinking laws
overkept buses, trams, and trains
dancing until dawn
sleeping until noon
Hefeweizen
smoking bars with soul music and angry trannies
recycling my bottles to pay for my groceries
being terrified of getting checked on the train
Weinachtsmarkt
being mistaken for a Deutsch-speaking German
giving tours
Frau Thietz
finding myself alone on a bridge
finding myself alone on a street
finding myself.
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