Last week I was reading an article in the Indo's Life magazine during a crazy morning in work. Ignoring customers and leaning-with-intent on the bar, I read about a young fella living in Berlin. He told us how the city was recession-null, how cheap coffee and fags were, and essentially how bloody fantastic it was to be him, living in Berlin.
Surely if one was reading the article, the chances of actually ich bin-ing ein Berliner were slim. Being reminded how crap Dublin is in comparison was a bit like being slapped with a kipper at 5 in the morning. It's not necessary; I'd rather eat the slimy beggar, vomiting as I go, and call it envy.
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Aye, it's all right. But you shouldn't believe ALL the hype. No bacon, no soda bread and no smiles from strangers, EVER.
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