Kreuzberg, Berlin



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Yellow light through a red curtain, first thing in the morning, a number of moons ago. I’ve seen more dawns rise over this city than I did in over nine years of living in London. The nights here seem to stretch ever onwards, into the unknown, with encounters and meetings and illusions that flicker like light through a night. Where the drinking is cheap, and on many go, with their glasses and bottles, with their cigarettes and staggers, where they laugh and they dance through these days in a haze.