In David Bowie’s Neues Ufer café—scene of his famous 30th birthday pictures. Emotional. Really emotional. Literally tears in my eyes and rolling down my cheeks. Customer in front of me with Ziggy red spiky mullet. Sounds like Amy MacDonald on the jukebox. I went to the carpark that marks the modern site of Hitler’s bunker/backgarden of his Chancellery building in Wilhelmstraβe. Underwhelming and overwhelming at the same time—that such a bland, genteel, leafy space marks the centre of somewhere once so powerful and “evil”. The absolute epicentre of the Nazi madness, now just a leafy genteel carpark and backyard of apartment buildings (can you imagine how it feels to LIVE in these modern apartment buildings knowing what stood on this spot not so long ago?). Well, I’ve done the two things I came to Berlin for this time, so now let me indulge my Priapism (though I forgot to go down into Mohrenstraβe U-Bahn station where the red marble from Hitler’s Chancellery has been reused in the U-Bahn walls and seats). The pillars & buttresses of the café are fascinating—like dried blood.