This is how I found Berlin this time. Too much comfort.
You do not argue, you do not rebel, you just follow and decay.
501/700
A wee bit of magic that keeps me going and the bubble bursts into million drops.
502/700
And another illusion.
503/700
Even the slogan sounds (and looks) sad.
504/700
"Kissed my boy by the factory wall, dirty old town..."
505/700
An artistic mural? Maybe, but also a global marketing campaign for the Levi's.
506/700
A light from the past.
507/700
Wrestling.
508/700
Water. Keeps going. Changing.
509/700
Bayer. Windows like pills. Sleeping pills.
510/700
Past.
511/700
No country for young men.
512/700
Let's go to Mexico!
513/700
A city suppressed by a gass.
514/700
Bridges.
515/700
Grass.
516/700
Leaves.
517/700
518/700
Time to go home. Even the handrail remainds me of that.
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