B is for Berlin

Most of these posts won’t be cities, but this one falls into place unavoidably. Random memories stretching back over a decade, one of only three cities I can claim to have loved. Traces of teenage freedom. Summer storms, sitting on a balcony as the heat builds up and shatters into rain.

When I was first there, there were still forests of cranes and segments of the wall amongst the streets. Each year, there were less. I walked for miles in sandals, fuelling myself with pastries from little shop...