A silver lining to the recession?
Less than one hour after arriving we decide to leave. The beer, music and dancing are still in full flow, but we paid only €3 each in, so it’s no big loss. It also happens to be 6am in the morning.
Back out on the deserted street, I notice the twin lights of a tram approaching, timed to perfection. It’s peopled with an eclectic mix of people, dogs and beer bottles.
This is Berlin. The occasion was a last hurrah for my brother who is about to return to Ireland after four years in the German capital. But what a land he’s in for when he gets home!
