So I've just spent a month in Berlin, where I studied (along with other fabulous people) many moons ago.
When I booked my flight back to Berlin (Malev via Budapest: is it too much to ask for an airbridge? Actually Malev, when JAT do airbridge and you don't, then you know something is wrong with your service), I was excited: "woo! a month of party in Berlin with all these crazy people from before and more randoms, woo!" but as I was sitting Sarajevo Airport checking out the duty-free selection from afar (which I can tell you took all of 1.5 minutes), this changed to "shitt, I forgot to close my bank account and now i owe the Deutsche Bank 300 Euro, I didn't return at least one library book to the Stabi, the Deutsche Bahn were threatening me with legal action (don't ask, it's a ridiculous story of the differences in German thinking: german academics, instead of teaching German Humour, you should teach German Logic, with an optinal second semseter for the mathematical analysis of this phenomenon (did I just tell a maths joke: oh)), but most importantly, will Berlin and I still share the same love and precious moments that we did 3 years ago?"
The answer was, like yeah, totally, or, given that this is in theory a travel blog and occassionally warrents some kind of cheesy travel pun "auf jeden" (Berlin for of course). I even landed at tegel, my favourite Berlin airport (Schoenefeld just hasn't been the asme since Interflug stopped using it as its him), and Lorenzo, maker of the best pasta that doesn't have a chef's hat of Michelin star, was a fabulous porter. we used to live together (with Benni), where we all ate a lot of pasta, drank a bit of red wine and avoided cleaning the floors together. Lorenzo decided that life in the centre was getting a bit too hard, and moved back to surburbia (Siemensstadt (Siemens is company, they make electrical things like telephones and machines and...shit. Not anything bad or crude mind you): near Tegel and far from Potsdam) to write his PhD.
This resulted in us "grilling," using firestarters (those things you used to put on the barbie before everyone went gas) and something which resembles Allfoil. Tasty, nice crispy flavour. We also had some DELICIOUS pasta, am regreting my lack of photo-taking of it. I do not, however regret asking Lorenzo very politely (more than once) to make some pasta for us after we'd been out ("it'll be cheaper than a Doener, and less fattening, but only if there's no cream!"), I would even eat his pasta for breakfast.
I did eat very well in berlin, but... that deserves a post of its own (and a facebook album: Wir lieben lebensmittel if you haven't seen it).
Anyway, I have to go to sleep now and wanted to write more, but this will have to be a teaser for one of the many Berlin posts (i know I have posted on it already, but this time i'll go further into depth) of the future.
I'll leave you with this food for thought: Should airbridges, like toiletry kits, be a right not a reward when travelling by plane?
Discuss.
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