Is it weird that despite my professed hatred of it, all I really want right now is to crack open a Lone Star and talk about Star Wars?


I mean not the Star Wars part, obviously.



Yesterday was Tag des Sieges, which is a big deal in the eastern part of Berlin and among the Russian population. Not so much for everyone else though, probably for good reason.

There was a small festival in Treptower Park which was rather uninspired, except for the bolshevist brass band (not there real name but I don't remember it right now) performing such hits as Berlin by Ideal, Paint it Black by the Rolling Stones and at least the first part of Dschingis Kahn's smash hit about Moscow.

It was pretty good times I suppose. Some guy tried to get me to sign a position and I said, "Nein!"

To which he replied, sullenly, "Warum nein?"