Harmony and bliss at their most righteous.

Unlike any other capital city I have known, Berlin has an unruffled, un-bustled atmosphere that can be attributed to two influential variables: the small population size and of course the vast quantities of ‘grass’ consumed.

The Berlin life I witnessed was almost alien but somewhat refreshing. The pulsations of Berlin were to a different beat than those of London, the dance ever so much more sensual. I have found through extensive research that you can find in many cities a place that never sleeps, unless in a drug-induced state. A world of drugs lies in this place. Not daring to try the intense substances but was ever so tempted, I was drawn in by the scent of sweat-drenched bodies and the sweet smell of summer. Cigarette smoke circled around me like a melody and yet so far away from home but strangely eluding me to feel more at home than I had ever felt.

The echo of laughter hanging on the gentle breeze as it passed through the hazy blissful sunshine. The techno music pounding in my ears, I became submerged in the sounds. Gazing at my reflection in the still lake waters and watching as my toe distorted the images as it became slowly immersed in the tepid wetness.

To think that it is possible for our lifestyles to co-exist baffles me nevertheless I loved the different people and attitudes of this foreign country. This makes me ever more aware of the growing nature of Londoners attitude of survival of fittest, where an underground station becomes a battle field while each journey is a slow dissection of your soul, where if you smile you are considered crazy, god-forbidden laughing. Berlin is so dissimilar to the cold-blooded nature of London.

The German language, although once considered somewhat harsh and abrupt, it now pleases my ears. It is no longer associated in my head with dictatorship but now friendship.