Berlin was a good time. As soon as I got into the Hostel I met some Ausi guys in my room who were going out and invited me along. We walked the streets and found it was easy to tell where you were based on your location in relation to the TV tower, which is sort of like a low key version of the CN Tower. The prostitutes were more attractive here, but still not worth throwing my life away on. I always pictured prostitutes to be in their 40's and kind of like your bosses wife. You know, trying too hard and inappropriately forward. I didn’t think about it until after, but these girls could very easily be doing this against their will in an attempt to escape Russia or somewhere else. The first encounter with one was with the Ausi guys, and it went something like this. P= Prostitute and A=Ausi
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P: “Hello, you want to do something tonight?”
A: “Yeah me and my mates are heading to this place, you should come along.”
P: “I can’t, I have to work, but we can still do something.”
A: “Na come with us. Why where you working?”
P: “Um, here?”
A: “Here?.... You mean on the street?”
P: “Uhh, yeah.”
A: “You’re a prostitute?”
P: “ Yes why else would I be wearing this? So you want to do something tonight?”
A: “Ohh, no, I don’t do that sort of thing sorry.”
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I don’t know how well this conversation translates but it was pretty hilarious to watch. Especially when I light went off in his head and he looked her in the eyes and said, “You’re a prostitute?”
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We went to this bar where the boys were meeting up for a pub crawl. That’s not my thing so I just hung out with them for a while and when they left to go to another bar I got some chinese food and walked around a bit, just to get a feel for the city.
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The next day I did a free walking tour and got to see a whole lot. I touched the berlin wall, saw the only remaining Natzi building, which is now loathed as the taxation centre. It was used a lot in the movie Valcuri. I learned a lot on that walking tour as it was about 5 horus or so I think. The next day as I was going to check out I ran into Grace and her friends. It worked out well because I was about to pay for a 26€ room and one of her friends was checking out of their room which was still booked for another night. I moved in with them and went around Berlin on Bike.
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Side note. I just overheard someone ask the front desk, “Where is a good place for someone around 30 years old?” and I thought, that’s me, I’m around 30 years old. Anyways, on with the show.
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Saturday on bikes in Berlin was awesome. I had so much fun with my Kiwi friends checking out a market, seeing sights and eating good food. We went to a place that used to be a broom shop for blind Jews. The man who owned the place was partly blind and he highered Jews, even hiding some in his house and other places during WWII. We got to see the false room behind a book shelf where an entire family lived. There was lots to see and read, and often the stories ended with the death of each person. Berlin is a serious place to see, with plenty of history. I’m so glad I went there.
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Later that night we went to a BBQ birthday party for the pastor of Berlin Hill Song. I had lots of fun, mostly eating plenty of good food. I ate more meat than you can shake a stick at, which is saying something, because meat is rarely mobile enough to avoid a stick shaking. After the BBQ we went to meet up with some friends and went to an American 60's diner. After that we walked a bit and went back to the hostel. On the way home we saw some of these bronze plaques in the ground that caught our attention. They are placed outside shops with descriptions of Jews who were either removed to be shot in the street or taken to a concentration camp and exterminated days later. It’s a powerful reminder as you walk Berlin and see these emblems encrypted in the concrete. Go to Berlin out of it, and eat a few Kabobs.
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That’s enough for now, I’ll write about Poland later, for now I will eat.
Berlin was a good time. As soon as I got into the Hostel I met some Ausi guys in my room who were going out and invited me along. We walked the streets and found it was easy to tell where you were based on your location in relation to the TV tower, which is sort of like a low key version of the CN Tower. The prostitutes were more attractive here, but still not worth throwing my life away on. I always pictured prostitutes to be in their 40's and kind of like your bosses wife. You know, trying too hard and inappropriately forward. I didn’t think about it until after, but these girls could very easily be doing this against their will in an attempt to escape Russia or somewhere else. The first encounter with one was with the Ausi guys, and it went something like this. P= Prostitute and A=Ausi
__________________________________________________________________________
P: “Hello, you want to do something tonight?”
A: “Yeah me and my mates are heading to this place, you should come along.”
P: “I can’t, I have to work, but we can still do something.”
A: “Na come with us. Why where you working?”
P: “Um, here?”
A: “Here?.... You mean on the street?”
P: “Uhh, yeah.”
A: “You’re a prostitute?”
P: “ Yes why else would I be wearing this? So you want to do something tonight?”
A: “Ohh, no, I don’t do that sort of thing sorry.”
__________________________________________________________________________
I don’t know how well this conversation translates but it was pretty hilarious to watch. Especially when I light went off in his head and he looked her in the eyes and said, “You’re a prostitute?”
__________________________________________________________________________
We went to this bar where the boys were meeting up for a pub crawl. That’s not my thing so I just hung out with them for a while and when they left to go to another bar I got some chinese food and walked around a bit, just to get a feel for the city.
__________________________________________________________________________
The next day I did a free walking tour and got to see a whole lot. I touched the berlin wall, saw the only remaining Natzi building, which is now loathed as the taxation centre. It was used a lot in the movie Valcuri. I learned a lot on that walking tour as it was about 5 horus or so I think. The next day as I was going to check out I ran into Grace and her friends. It worked out well because I was about to pay for a 26€ room and one of her friends was checking out of their room which was still booked for another night. I moved in with them and went around Berlin on Bike.
___________________________________________________________________________
Side note. I just overheard someone ask the front desk, “Where is a good place for someone around 30 years old?” and I thought, that’s me, I’m around 30 years old. Anyways, on with the show.
_______________________________________________________________________
Saturday on bikes in Berlin was awesome. I had so much fun with my Kiwi friends checking out a market, seeing sights and eating good food. We went to a place that used to be a broom shop for blind Jews. The man who owned the place was partly blind and he highered Jews, even hiding some in his house and other places during WWII. We got to see the false room behind a book shelf where an entire family lived. There was lots to see and read, and often the stories ended with the death of each person. Berlin is a serious place to see, with plenty of history. I’m so glad I went there.
__________________________________________________________________________
Later that night we went to a BBQ birthday party for the pastor of Berlin Hill Song. I had lots of fun, mostly eating plenty of good food. I ate more meat than you can shake a stick at, which is saying something, because meat is rarely mobile enough to avoid a stick shaking. After the BBQ we went to meet up with some friends and went to an American 60's diner. After that we walked a bit and went back to the hostel. On the way home we saw some of these bronze plaques in the ground that caught our attention. They are placed outside shops with descriptions of Jews who were either removed to be shot in the street or taken to a concentration camp and exterminated days later. It’s a powerful reminder as you walk Berlin and see these emblems encrypted in the concrete. Go to Berlin out of it, and eat a few Kabobs.
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That’s enough for now, I’ll write about Poland later, for now I will eat.
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