Berlin lived up to its name (as spelled above). It was definitely the coldest I've ever been. I think I took the least amount of pictures on that trip because my hands were too frozen to click the shutter and take a picture.
I think I'm going to write this in list form because my brain's too tired to form full sentences:
easyjet. s-bahn. thai-food in the metro. five-star hostel. andy warhol exhibition with joseph beuys. tres bizarre. pommes frites with curry ketchup. east side gallery. remnants of the berlin wall. beautiful graffiti/stencil/street art. brandenburg gate. multi-level warehouse clubs. german techno. people who don't get mad at you if you speak english!! bars with their own fluxuating prices and their own beer stock exchanges. indian food. 4 hour walking tours. hot chocolate and coffee just so your hands could feel warmth. checkpoint charlie. holocaust memorials. seeing your breath everytime you spoke. paris became instantly warmer as soon as we were back because we had turned to human popsicles in berlin.
i guess the reason why i didn't know what to picture before going to berlin is that the city is really only 18 years old. only 18 years ago the wall separating east and west berlin was torn down. since the city is basically a newborn it makes it feel very clean, international, but at the same time everywhere you walk there is a memorial or reminder of its darker past.
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