Titties. Checkpoint Charlie, Berlin.
Urban Climber interviewed me for this month's magazine, but I'm in Germany for a month and haven't seen a copy. I have seen a lot of titties though. Not real ones sadly, but in magazines, TV, and billboards -- including this gem of an ad in Berlin. Germans certainly aren't ashamed of their mammary glands. And why should they be? Tis a beautiful thing.
The only things affordable here are beer and sausages, which I'm at peace with since I like both and it's the only two things that Germans do well. I spend every free moment in a pub founded in 1509 -- senselessly trying to make my existence matter to this ancient building. It's also bloody cold here, atypically so. Lakes and rivers that never freeze over are frozen, to the delight of the locals. They run out onto the ice in droves. One man died trying to save his dog who fell through the ice. (Heavy dog, light man?)
Anyway, go pick up a copy of the mag. And skate safe. We here at buildering.net promote brains and balls. Having only one will make your life either very boring or very short.
