"Where the hell IS this place?" Someone says in an irritated voice. It is 9:30, Thursday night, I'm in a group of about five or six other guys wandering the streets in the northeastern part of the city.
We'd been walking around the same city block in Prenzlauerberg for about half an hour looking for this bar, Sunset Beach I think. Beach bars in this city are really popular. I personally don't get it. I enjoy a normal bar establishment just as much (probably more) than a similar establishment with sand all over the floor. But this one was of particular note- located on a roof on top of a big building, with a great view of the whole city and, you guessed it, the sunset.
We were completely incapable of finding it.
"Well, maybe we should stop in this Spätkauf and ask directions."
"But whose gonna talk to the guy behind the counter?"
We pause for a moment to think, then,
"Probably the guy with the best German, right?"
All assembled stop, turn, and give me a look. I can't suppress my smile, especially when you consider the fact that three or four of the best German speakers in the whole group were present during the excursion.
That little instant, I think, was the defining moment where I knew that "Yeah, man, I think I accomplished what I came here to do."
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