My lieben affair with Deutschland began at the tender age of 16 when I went on a schuleaustauch to the Bavarian town of Wurzberg with a bus load of other Bray cretins. It was quite the pleasant culture shock from the mean streets of the Braytrix to be greeted by smiling blonde beuaries, schools that imposed very very few rules, cheap beer, cheap delicious beer, a language I could kind of grasp and the ever puzzling cigarette machines in housing estates- why oh why were they not vandilised? I mean, they were in the housing estate, just like electricity boxes, there to be wrecked, but these contained smokes! A foreign concept indeed!
I subsequently returned to Germany a few times but had never made it to the capital until I ventured to Berlin late last year for an 11th hour filming mission with local all terrain rumbler Lennie Burmeister. I didn't know a lot about Leonard's skating and was pleastanly introduced to his home city with a savage display of footwork at some of the best spots I have ever witnessed, not to mention the good vibes, cheap beer, cheap wine and cheap beer. Berlin is a pretty inspirational city just to walk around, so many things to catch the eye to the point that I never had time to even contemplate bashing up any cigarette machines.