The Scream Heard Around Kreuzberg

We canvassed the streets while the sun vanished between the clouds and night fell upon Kreuzberg. Conversation wound it’s way from trivial small talk to the never ending reflection on the differences between people in Nordicland/Europe/North America/Asia. As our group of four meandered towards Landwehrkanal two girls came approached us from the front.

“AIIEEEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”, accompanied by a flash of jazzy-jazz hands. And a stutter step. Brought us to a screeching halt. 3 seconds later all I could muster was a good hearted laugh and an exclamation shouted over my shoulder, “Nice one, you got us!” with a huge smile on my face.

It goes to show that just when you think people are down and out, cold and lifeless, they prove you wrong. Thanks, Ms. Screamer.