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[bruisesilkensky]

One year ago today, I was skipping around Berlin, not knowing if I was east or west or where I would be sleeping that night. I browsed the street vendors and listened to a street brass band play "Penny Lane" so loudly that you could hear it for blocks. People lounged on a huge lawn outside the museum that houses Nefertiti's famous bust. I drank the best mojito of my life on some pub crawl somewhere, touched the Wall, met a man named Catweasel, and sat in Zoo station.

I forget about Berlin sometimes. Probably because it all seemed like a dream.  A city that fantastic doesn't feel like it actually exists. I miss it.