The streets of Berlin have more color than Strasbourg. The feeling that anything could happen is so strong that it drives people to do almost anything. Grocery stores don’t close for lunch. The faces that pass by you on the street are always different. The yellow U-bahn whizzes overhead on Schönhauser Allee every three minutes. Travelers in the park ask for change while playing catch with their flea-laden dogs. But even so, on Sunday the city rests for a few hours. Maybe then I will rest.
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