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Lisa's friends are also into techno. This is Sneak. We're at his place where he's facilitating a 3am crash course in appreciation of the genre.

I am having trouble appreciating it. 

"Can you imagine hearing this at [club name I can't recollect]?"

Not sure what this ad says, but I shall believe the woman in it is offering me a large piece of cured meat because that is their custom and I am totally OK with that. Danke, ma'am. Glad to be here.

EPILOGUE:

It's been a while since I've been in Berlin. So long ago, I was still shooting everything on film. Black and white, ISO 400, chemically developed film.

I'm in the Copenhagen airport waiting for my flight to Berlin, getting what feels like breakfast but is probably lunch in this time zone.

Thank the forefathers for their imperialist tendencies. An all-English menu with prices in Danish Krone.

Yuan's sorting her way through setting herself up in my apartment while I'm away.

The open wound that is this building will soon be bandaged, plastered, painted, and rented out to someone who will pay three times what the previous tenant did, if they're lucky.

In my 5+ years in Brooklyn I've never wandered into the West Indies Carnival Parade. I've driven through it, around it, past it. Never walked into it.

Yea, tacos are delicious. 

Sunburnt. Thought I'd throughly screened myself. 

I'm going home. Driving there, windows down. 

Wendy's was closed. "Permanently" said Google. I was dying for Wendy's, since last I was here replaced by a Dunkin' Donuts / Baskin Robbins right where I left it. 

After the swim, we made a grocery run to Whole Foods. After the Whole Foods grocery run came the contemplation of the receipt. After when we got back to the apartment, the surfers cooked up a very German dinner. Which we had on the roof.