So we reached out to Berlin and as is her nature, she gave us the cold shoulder.
“ Sure, you may come. Let’s party ! But don’t expect any of your sausage rolls or bunting “.
Only she could say “ Es ist mir Scheißegal “ while meaning “ Ja, toll “.
So leaving her favourite nightspot, emerging into the late June morning light, we reflected on our exchanges. We’d deposited British, US, Australasian, Indian, South African titles and had to find homes for German language tomes across the pockets of native speakers across the world. Next stop Namibia ?
Neville Hunt about 1 year ago
What a gal! Scheißy!
But a fascinating city nonetheless!