Seems Like I’ve Fitted Right Into Berlin

Spent three days in Berlin wearing nothing but leather jackets and military coats, slathering on black eyeshadow—does that make me a Berliner yet? 😎 After seeing "The Fraternal Kiss" in East Berlin, I walked toward the bridge. Bottles littered the sidewalks, not a single wall was clean (even the railings were covered in graffiti!), and I had no clue what street I was on—total German "rough neighborhood" vibes. Trash and graffiti outnumbered people: a woman ranted to herself, a couple screamed at each other while swinging bottles (and then smashed them), and a homeless person calmly rolled a joint nearby 🌿. Walking further, I passed a run-down park entrance where five or six people in black were dealing. Inside, a homeless person with a cart collected empty bottles—does Germany recycle those too? 🥤 Right as I was leaving the park, I even saw someone keeping chickens, horses, and goats! Checked Google Maps: oh, it’s Görlitzer Park, a known "dealing spot" 😅. The reviews even mentioned "tough guys who come to read books"—so punk rock! Berlin is just like someone wearing a black leather jacket unzipped to reveal a bright red bikini: once that zipper’s down, it lets go completely and goes wild. This is definitely my spiritual hometown—every day here should be paired with techno 🎶! But Berlin, I’m off to Copenhagen now. You can keep living exactly how you like (haha)! I hope to see you next time—I love you, Berlin! ❤️ #GraffitiAndStreetArt #Techno #StreetCulture #GermanExpressionism #Berlin #WildVibe #SpiritualHometown #Alcohol #Tobacco