I return from Berlin empty handed. I couldn't find the kitchen tap that my parents had sent me for. That's not to say that I didn't try: I went right out into a bizarre ex-industrial suburb of dirt tracks that was like the forests of Norway except penned in by flyovers. Turns out the address of Herr TapShop or whatever he calls himself online is just a residential one and no-one was at home.
Still, it was a very nice free trip to Berlin, which has to be the quietest, calmest, almost eerily empty capital city I've ever been to.
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