Four, or maybe five whiskey sours later it's 10 to 12 and everyone (really) in Berlin heads out onto the chilly streets, pulls out the arsenal of fireworks they had in their bags while they got drunk indoors and lights up.
This is a magical place where there is no fear of fire. We've so far witnessed lit candles on parched fir trees, we light a fire in a great big stove a foot from our bed, and people shoot fire crackers from their balconies. Here's some pictures of our neighbourhood as it went up last night. We survived the first few tentative hours so things are already looking up! Happy new year!
This poor falafel stand probably did some stellar business, but it was also ground zero for explosions.
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