After a 5 hour train journey, which became an 8 hour train journey, we travelled through time and arrived at a space-age cosmic station! (aka Hauptbahnhof station, Berlin).
War // History // Wall // Rain // Tattoo // Falafel // Market // Marathon // Scheiße // Tschüss!// In The Butt // Boss
Last night, myself and Leanne attended a friend's murder mystery party. Set in 1990's NY, an Italian named Pepi Roni was shot in the back - with his own gun and in his own restaurant. It turned out the deadly deed was carried out by myself aka a French vineyard boy, Bo Jalais. So, to keep to the New Yorker-Italian theme we decided to bake a real bad-ass Brooklyn pizza cake straight out of La Sperenzas kitchen...