those twinkling, fuzzy lights as you are descending down into a city always gets me. i can't help but dangle my head towards the window focusing the blurs into a semi-comprehensive, semi-imagined picture. this time it was berlin, a place complicated by it's past and praised for its down-to-earth air. once the plane landed two nights, and one full day to truly discover berlin. after a moment to gather my bearings from the ryanair flight, a noisy combination of a ghoulish burgundy and yellow interior, techno trash, and smooth stella beers, i was greeted with a stamp in my passport and the word 'push' in english and german, directing me on how to handle the door. i quickly forgot my first german world, and swooshed my way into deutschland.
after the normal hassle of buying train tickets in a foreign country, which we later learned hardly meant a thing because you could easily just ride all of berlin's public transportation for free, we were on again on the move. this time to relieve our hands (and backs) of our baggage. after some time on the train, we are greeted by some want-to-be thug germans, who decided that the bus also wanted to hear their music, and proceeded to whip out their boom-box speakers, playing Tupac's "changes". not quite the pollination of flowers to my ears, but hey, i do like me some 'pac. kids, teenagers, adults, we are all the same no matter the country.
to be continued...
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