Day 95
Location 7: Berlin
Feb. 3, 2023
Imagine this scenario: You approach a guy at a party with a little backpack on his person. You clock that it's not a normal, bland backpack. You interpret the backpack's trippy design to mean its contents are illegal substances. You ask him in your coolest voice, trying to hide your nervousness "can I see your merchandise?". Your diction is deliberate, meant to convey a coded message (if he's the right person), but allow for plausible deniability (if you've misread the situation). He gives an answer equally shrouded in code: "Yes, you can see my merchandise."
You misread the situation. He misunderstood you.
He actually said "yes, you can see my merch and dice". As in, he's got a bag stuffed with branded beer koozie merch and a pocket full of dice. Why? You don't know. He probably doesn't know. But he has it.
After the dice debacle, we revisited a bar I'd been to (and photographed the inside of) during my previous stay in Berlin. But Dylan, you've been to countless bars in countless countries, how do you remember attending this one in particular? Good question. Something about this place just stands out...I can't quite put my finger in it––I mean, on it! Damn you Neon Sign, you’ve corrupted me.
Left: December 2022 | Right: March 2023