Darkness has gently spread its gloomy coat over the roofs of the city. Berlin, once again, is captured in the hands of night owls. The ones that work and the ones that celebrate.
Berlin is two faced. Two faced it its finest way.
The city that never sleeps has to be Berlin after all. Anybody who visited the big apple realized, that this promising slogan only fits the noisy metropolis partly. But who needs New York when we have Berlin.
Berlin, Berlin, so wonderfully untamed in the middle of proper Germany.