I had a rough time in Berlin. I have never been anywhere in the world with a deeper, darker history. I grew a fascination with Berlin’s cold war history where the east was split up from the west via a wall. But after soaking myself in museum after museum touching on Cold War Berlin and World War II, it got a little bit depressing, truthfully. As if commiserating with me, the weather was gloomy and raining a slow drizzle the entire time. My German cannot even be considered pathetic because, well, it doesn’t exist. It starts and ends with “danke”.
|My first ever Weinerschnitzel|
|It was so tongue-in-cheek, I had to try it. Checkpoint Curry? Too clever!|