Before you ask, no, I didn't actually go to Alexanderplatz. But I did see a bunch of cool stuff - the trains, the train stations, the bars...and some historical stuff, Hitler and Stalin wandering around (they seemed pretty friendly, considering...). I also went to a pool party and nearly lost my bikini to a hungry pony. Yes, a pony. Yes, my bikini. No, I wasn't drunk. I had to spend about an hour riding a bike to and from this porno-pony-pool-party. I met a cute Scotsman named...er...something that sounds like "cuckold", but with a cough in the middle. I ate a Berliner. Make of that what you will. My hosts were awesome. I ate brilliant food - some sort of deep fried cheese and potato pocket. I almost saw Bush Sr., but thanks to his American
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