It’s Saturday and the sun is high in the sky and it’s lunchtime. You’re in Berlin and you’ve spent the morning cycling parts of the Berlin Wall, visiting the suitably underwhelming Führerbunker and the far more impressive Topographie des Terrors. You have nowhere you need to be, nothing you need to do.
You spot a small currywurst place and order Menu 1 – currywurst with chips and a beer – and you sit at a wooden table outside with two Germans who are quite happy for you to join them. You eat the rich sausage slathered in tomato ketchup and dribbled with Worcester sauce with a sprinkling of spicy curry powder tossed on top. As you lift your beer the lady at the table says “Prost” and you say it back and take a nice cold sip.
