Some stuff probably happened

Where was I? Well, Berlin. But what have I been doing? I really don't know. There are some transportation misadventures, movies with communists, stealing a TV and returning said TV...

Oh, flea market...

There's a big one every Sunday at Mauerpark. Mauer=wall, park= ... well... park. There are remnants of a famous wall at Mauerpark.

Anyway, I've been to that one a couple of times and wanted to check out a different flea market on the eastern side of town. Plus, the Mauerpark market would be closed Sunday due to some holiday I know nothing about.

So Kathryn tells me I probably won't get mauled by a bear en route to this market, so off I go. And there it isn't. See that giant empty lot in the photo? Yeah... not filled with cars. Nor with people offering their wares for a price from said cars.

Nicht markt. Scheiss.

No matter. This possibility had been acknowledged, so I came armed with a Plan B. Take the train to XXX stop (it's not called that -- the XXX was suppose to be a placeholder, but I can't remember the name of the stop), which is said to be a good 'hood. So I do. It's sketchy as hell. Which would not be surprising if it really was named XXX. 

Sketchy b/c there's nobody around and everything is closed. Due to that holiday. Which falls a week before Dead Sunday. Another "holiday." Fun times in Berlin.

But I did happen across the obliterated Klingon moon of Praxis. After the mining kerfuffle, apparently it opened up an office here in a (not) undiscovered country.

Oh, we stole Willem's TV and watched a movie about a commune.