© Julien Léraillé

Sundays in Berlin, specially in February, are pretty much like a black hole if you went out the night before. You wake up at two and it will be night again in no time, need one hour at least to find out first who you are, second what was the night all about, and third, why your legs are black and blue (again). No, it is not an easy life to remember nothing all over again. The walk of shame is on. But you’re pretty much too brain dead to focus on that matter anyway. The difference with Paris is, that in Paris, it’s no fun! You go out at 21h, cos all the bars will close at 2h. You need time to get drunk, and to socialize a bit. Most of the time you’re home around 3, not that bad. You still feel like shit when waking up, but you can see a bit of your day, you can make plans and so on. In Berlin you can’t! I mean, when drunk, at the top of the night, I will be all smooth and making appointment for the day after. “Yes, let’s meet at six, then we grab something to eat and the party is on again!”. Hmm. Well, no. Impossible, I’m not 18 anymore, my body needs at least two days of full recovery (food, crappy movies, and pyjama. Duh. So sexy) to be able to get my brain ready for a full week of work. continue reading…