Ich bin ein Berliner: Saturday: Off to Market

This morning as I headed out for the day at the crack of noon, as my dad used to say, i chatted with an Italian couple who had just arrived. After i set out for the street market a young German guy with beautiful eyes and seriously fucked up teeth stopped me. He was so nervous his voice wavered. “Are you in Berlin alone?” He asked me to go back to the hotel with him!

I hate to admit it, but I laughed right in his face. It was harsh, but he is going to just ask someone to have sex with him off the street like that? But I didn’t feel threatened. He didn’t seem like a jerk who does that a lot. He looked scared.

When I finally got to the market after so much walking that Angelenos just don’t do, i was starving. The smoke from a BBQ hit me immediately. I got a giant meat sandwich. And I got an amazing sausage.


They had some cool graffiti. It was a hip neighborhood.

About Kiki Maraschino

I like catfish. Sure, we all like catfish, but I think for me it is somehow deeper.
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