I see no one on the streets on a Sunday afternoon. I walk for long and is getting creepy, is the building I see that reminds me of Call of Duty 2. I walked for a distance and I saw some youngsters with the hood covering over their head, and it fucking worries me as I'm afraid they are gonna bashed me up, took my money to smoke some joint. I walked again further and I saw a stray dog by the road site.. wait was that a stray dog? Is hard to believe that a German Shepherd wondering around the streets without its owner.
The street was cold and I walk passed some old run down factory that gives me the chilled as thou I'm being in Chernobyl. Hungry and tired, all I'm thinking of was Bak Kut Teh from my hometown, as the hot soup would do me some good now.
I was walking randomly on the streets, without an aim, without a map in my hand, staring at signs that I couldn't even read. That's when the thought 'I'm really in a fucking foreign land' hits me. I made a few turns left right, walked passed a few alleys and big blocks of building. There's no shop that's open, oh wait... I smell something. May be there's hope, may be there's someone out there who wish to work on a Sunday because he might need that extra cash to cover his soon due rent.
I stopped in front of an old Turkish joint, there's a few people inside speaking in arabic 'Habibi.. Habibi'.. I looked at the menu and couldn't understand shit, I play safe and go for Hamburger and cheese at the end, walked myself over to the table and ended up with this on top of it.
and that's how I survive the first day in Berlin.