It’s the birthday of a dear friend of mine who grew up in the GDR. When we met we liked to make jokes about our differences. Remember: Im Osten sagt man Fleischer und nicht Metzger!
We are a party of four and have guestlist spots for Wilde Renate. I’m happy to go out after a long time, the party doesn’t have any Italo Disco, so it should be fine. Meaning no stalkers.
We arrive around two and enter the Red Room first where House music is played. I find House rather boring, but well.
The third song after we entered the vocals say something with “radio”. Noooooooo please not!
I look around, noone seems to be lurking. I know by know how stalkers eyes go wild when they see me.
What I do notice is most of the people seem to be kinda apathic. Or let’s say, very closed.
After a while a guy approaches me and says, oh nice, finally someone with alert eyes that is able to have direct eye contact! We chat for a bit and he confirms that he has the feeling something is off lately with party crowds in general. Noone is smiling anymore and the vibe he was used to is gone. He tells me he came from the US twenty years ago and recently left Berlin to live in the suburbs because he had enough of the city.
The rest of the night is fun and we leave very happy late in the morning.
✨ 
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