I figured out you and me in this place, telling untold secrets. Outside was a veteran with Soviet accent and inside no music, only the tinkling of a chandelier bigger than a crystals fountain. The whisper of foreigners to the waiters in uniform and me, falling asleep while city's running through monday morning. This is not Berlin, but an unhappy colony where to find a new European verginity. Soho House • Torstraße 1, 10119 Berlin