To sum up the recent past:
I just spent three days in Berlin. Three beautiful days, exciting days, which coincided with events of international importance, as I soon found out. One of the reasons I went to Berlin, was to show my support for my good friend Else Buschheuer (and please buy her books, so she can afford to buy me ice cream and meat). So when I heard that all trains for booked a week ahead, that there was only one seat available that day, at 7am (!) on the bad connection route (!) I was pleased, that so many people were going to the reading.
I soon realised that not all of them were. The train was packed with fat blond German teenage couples that looked like butchers and whose intertwined bodies were blocking all passageways and, even worse, soccer fans (they look like butchers as well, but come in larger groups and carry beer on their laps and a song on their intoxicated lips). And families.
It all made sense, suddenly:
Holiday, fathersday, soccergame.
And, as I found out later: Kirchentag. Which means that Christions from all over the country came together in Berlin to....do something. I think they had Christian HipHop, but I missed it. I did catch a band called PUR, and amazingly: they were singing about American Indians. I still don't get it. Somebody will have to explain the German-American Indian connection one day.
More later, but let me tell you: Christians and soccer fans are easily distinguished between. Soccer fans are like muscular Christians that smell of Alcohol. Don't get them mixed up!