The ultimate guide to the 12 best vintage stores & flea markets in Germany’s capital — Berlin.
He wanted to drink beer; I fancied hitchhiking to heaven with a blood sausage, so we headed to Brauerei Schumacher.
What if I never find another boot that inspires me to write nigh on 1000 words in one sitting? Is that even healthy? How much pain is too much pain?
And it is why I found myself in a club at 3 am with 15 German guys, none of whose name I knew, existentialist philosophy book in hand, talking about Hitler’s birthday.
“What it sounds like,” he started, “is that Starbucks is your current home.”
HOT DAMN – these places are incredible. When can I go back?