BRATWURST

A breeze of Bratwurst lays upon the whole city. Market stalls are set up everywhere. Even the tiniest little places are filled with stands in which traditional dressed people sell useless crafted wooden things or organic Bratwurst. People are wearing funny things but are absolutely serious about it. The museums are closing at 6pm on a saturday. The streetcars are so clean that you would imagine yourself being in an hospital. But then again I had the best party since a long time in a tiny dirty cellar. The Tills were playing and I loved it.