Random Scrap:
I said goodbye to my new friend at Friedrichstrasse Station and went to Dussman to pick a copy of Alexander Platz, which has kept me a companion ever since I left Berlin. I finally finished packing in the evening and decided to take the U8 Bahn to Kreuzberg to have a last solitary beer at one of the nearby bars. I arrived at Kottbusser Tor, had a kebab and just as I was about to enter the bar, I changed my mind and boarded a bus that had arrived at a nearby stop.
It was a dark and rainy evening and I wasn't exactly sure where I was going. I finally got off at Potsdamer Platz and walked towards Mariott Hotel. It was there that I spent a weekend with Flynn a few years earlier. I sat in the lobby, ordered a glass of wine and thought of all the memories Berlin had brought me. Each had been different, but this one had been quite extraordinary.
I took an S-bahn back to Oranienburger Straße station and walked home along Kastelene Allee. The streets were filled with tables full of people having their last drinks before another lockdown begins again…