2014-09-20

We came to Germany .   We came to party .

It begins in a nice hostel with no pants.

It continues to kebabs and beer.

As always, there is graffiti.

There is love, not war.

Migration is not a crime.

There is television parking.

Berlin is dirty and rough and perfect.

We enjoy the parks thoroughly.

Then we enjoy the restaurants thoroughly.

Then we enjoy the beer thoroughly.

We aren’t sure if we enjoy the art thoroughly.

But we probably do.

We drink on a bus thoroughly.

How did we get on this bus, and who are these people?

We enjoy Sweden thoroughly.

We do not enjoy Hitler.

But we do enjoy whatever this is thoroughly.

Then, suddenly, it’s 9 in the morning.