Long nights
it is always the same result… at least in my case there are no “easy nights” in Berlin… when you just go and grab something to dinner and you are back at 22:00 home…
I is more like being Alice thru the Rabbithole, the endless hole of your own stamina… there is always two steps after something to do… there is always another club to visit, another place to have another last drink… another place to believe that you are normal and kind of belong here… another place to forget where you live…
