Me and my camera in someone else’s town, my nights out, my Berlin…
Berlin has these great outdoor clubs by the canal and even when the sun has firmly risen the dancing doesn’t stop…the rollover weekend just keeps rolling. Daytime becomes nighttime. Nighttime becomes daytime. Your hours are your own. Your time is without a table. It all makes perfect sense to me. The only thing that doesn’t is how they deal with Monday morning…fortunately this was one aspect of Berlin life I did not have to experience.
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