In front of the Landesbank, not far from the Fernsehturm, you very often see people recruiting other people, for the Malteser or Amnesty International. Sometimes it’s Scientology offering free “stress tests”. The Amnesty and Malteser folks will step in your way and even follow you for a meter or so. The Scientology people rarely do, they just wait for you to come. The temptation to turn it into a Curb scene is strong.
On the island between Alexa and the other side there are sometimes girls handing out flyers for club nights, sometimes a musician. Today it was a folk rock-y dude, who played acoustic guitar, with backing tracks coming out of a boombox. It didn’t sound *bad* exactly, just very derivative. Like something you’d hear on Sons of Anarchy.
There is a Christmas fair around the Alexa. Everybody knows the talking moose, attached to one of the cabins. It’s a moose head, talkin’ jive. I’m sure I’ve heard it spout pro-Milosevic propaganda as well. It’s like if a member of the Chuck E. Cheese family broke some secret rule, got executed and the head propped up as a warning.