On one of my nights in Berlin I walked outside my hotel to order a bratwurst from the metro station vendor. Shortly after I received it I was suckerpunched by one of the hoodlums hanging out there with his group of friends. It's a long story but not worth telling. The upshot is that I decided to move to another hotel to protect my (at this point) uninsured vehicle. Alexanderplatz Hotel was where I should have been in the first place anyway. I told the receptionist what happened outside the other hotel and he gave me a deal on one of the rooms in his. On second thought maybe the deal was due to my negotiation and insistence that I could get a better price at his hotel online. In any event, Suliman, as he called himself, turned out to be a really cool guy. On one night of my stay we talked some politics.
On my last day in Berlin I picked up my Porsche, which I had left overnight at the Porsche dealer to put on new front tires and a new ...
