It turns out the “rickety old train” only went as far as Hamm and we then had to switch to the newer modern ICE for the rest of the journey to Berlin. Still arrived on time. In the hotel bar now. 20:38. The Berliner Pilsener is no more; replaced by Konig Pilsener, and I would say it is colder than the old one used to be. Flowing freely, so nice to be back in Berlin which means so much to me. But it means so much to me because of memories from the past, memories of night clubs which no longer exist in an extinction event of unprecedented magnitude—is there still life in Berlin for me? We shall see. Anyway I just came for Bowie this time, and the naughty places are just a bonus, hopefully. But the memories are so strong—Berlin is where I bloomed & blossomed, Berlin is where I emerged from the chrysalis a butterfly. My repeated visits to Berlin in 2003 and 2004 were life-changing. As Bowie said of his Berlin albums “they are my DNA”, my Berlin visits from that time are my DNA. They were my womb. 903pm.