Week 1 — Where's Joe?

The bearpit karaoke in Mauerpark: every Sunday loads of people gather here to listen to (vocal) pieces of art produced by a large variety of performers. Oh, and for those who get bored easily there is an ongoing performance by a bearded bald old artist without teeth spacing out on the current tune and blowing soap bubbles. True story.

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My power bike

Things learned so far

It sucks when the key to your mother's car that you borrowed to move your stuff gets stolen when in a foreign country, right the day before the 21st birthday party that you were planning to host back in your own country and you don't have a spare key and it's Friday and post isn't being sent during weekends. Make soup, it helps.

Week 1 — The first step

Lots of unexpected revelations can occur when walking out your new front door for the first time. You could find out that you live right in front of a fire station—yes, that point where all noisy fire trucks from the entire district amass—or that you can buy functioning machine guns next door, or you find that for some reason the entire side walk is covered with noodle soup seasoning packets. "Well", you think, "every place its trial", and head on. You step into the U-Bahn, to be followed by a newly-wed couple in wedding suit and dress, and get off at your destination. When walking on, you notice that the road has been blocked with a fence stretching over the whole street. In a building on the other side of the fence, some chap dressed like a Nazi officer is throwing his furniture out from the balcony on to the sidewalk. When the last chair is out, two other officers join him to check if he did the job right. They stand there for a while, enjoying the sun. One lights a cigarette and the smoke is drifting away on a slight breeze. A little man in a yellow dungaree suddenly stands by your right side, whispers to you that everything is ok, and walks away. While being left there, mesmerised, you remember that you actually just went out to buy some milk.