Berlin, a true European city

Have you ever been to Berlin? If not, like me, you would be truly amazed by this cool city. Unfor­tu­nately, the image tool for this blog is not responding this evening, so te pics I took earlier this pm to show you will have to wait. Instead, my verbal envis­agememt will have to do. It’s after nine pm and the digital ther­mometer at the restaurant (called Marx!) where I just had dinner tells me it’s 33 degrees out here. I’m sitting in a deck chair, listening to two south american ladies speaking Spanish next to me. One of them has a frosty glass of something rose coloured that I am very envious of. The Jamaican jerk chicken is still makes a burning sensation in my mouth — 15 minutes after I had it. The whole of Berlin smells like flowers. In short: things could be worse. Soon, I shall find myself in an apartment not far from here, where Björn Borg Germany is arranging a party at a girl’s home. Essen­tially, she won a party in a compe­tition and seems to have invited 200 of her best friends to her 60sqm big apartment. I have a feeling it can turn out to be a pretty inter­esting evening. I brought my camera, so if the image tool allows, I’ll update you on the whole thing tomorrow. Happy Friday!