You were immense and reached places far beyond what I ever imagined.
You pulse by that techno beat that I now know so well. When I’m meant to go home but the rhythm just latches on and won’t let go.
All this history juxtaposed by the alternative and bizarre. Wall art expressing freedom wherever you turn.
Cycling. Everywhere. Drinking beer along the canal. Watching the sunset over bridges. Markets and music.
Once again that continuous beat that lifts you.
Searching for schnitzel “You won’t find that here.”
The beat drops.
You’ll never stop.