Breaking down the Berlin Wall
Amsterdam was a distant memory when I arrived to the vast city of Berlin - to lose myself. I busted out of the tourist bus and flagged a cab in excitement of meeting an old flame.
A smile escaped from my lips – the thought of rolling around with a broad, blonde hunky Bavarian made me all tingly with ecstasy.
Finally the cab pulled outside our funky apartment downtown wiessendorf. 11 years later K stood smiling at me - blued eyed blonde Adonis. And my heart was racing, forgetting my un kepted hair, dry mouth, chapped lips ran up to embrace him. Our first night was spent eating strawberries, sipping vine, exploring each other’s bodies, rekindled ignited desire, swepted by the magic of modern skyscrapers, remnants of the war, nostalgic 80s I was satisfied with all the colours Berlin had to offer.
Four nights and three days proved little time for this dynamic city. We celebrated our time in pursuit of nightlife, smoky dim lit bars, absinthe depots, fine cuisine rumoured had it that the city was gentrified with funky bars, museums, galleries, warehouses, designers, musicians and world class DJ’s.
