When Müllerstraße went on, radically radial, it becomes Chausseestraße. While crossing Chausseestraße today, it happened to me, that I had to stop driving the car. The sense of humor of Müllerstraße changes into Homeric laughter. To drive along the BND-building (German Secret Service) is like a movies of the 50´s or 60´s, when people were sitting and talking in the car, and the landscape is slipping or gliding in the backround, but as a projection.