in Berlin, the only city I've loved as instantly and completely as Seattle. I knew I would! Everything I wanted to happen, happened. I'll attach a slideshow of my few pics in a little bit, but in the meantime here's an article Ross sent me, one of the best I've ever read on the current art/music scene there. It ends this way, which is exactly how my Freitag unfolded. Except I rode the subway:
"Piling into taxis, we made for Alexanderplatz and an anonymous office building, where on the 12th floor the thump of house music barely stops for most of each weekend. It was still Saturday night, if I remember correctly, when we stepped off the elevator and into a dense aural wash and a mixed crowd that was sweaty and beautiful and young.
Because this is being written from my desk in New York, it seems certain that we left the club at some point. It says something about how good a time was had that, even now, I cannot remember when."
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