Berlin After hopping off the train a stop late and lugging my 28kg of clothing/ computer/ souvineers through the stinking hot day to my hostel, I was about ready to do a little balck sambo and melt into a pile of ghee. But no. I was strong and soldiered on, training into the city to check out the Jewish museum. The architecture of this place is amazing, I can completely recommend it as a place of interest. And best of all, like most museums in Europe, they have a student ticket price ...
Potsdam This part of the tale involves a big-people sized playground, ginger-chocolate icecream, ‘The Brandenburger’ burger bar, a concentration camp and a Stasi prison. Given that the playgrounds and icrecream came first and the prisons second, you could say that upon moving to Berlin my innocence was shattered and I will never again return to those carefree days on the giant piratical climbing frame. But that might be taking things a bit too far. Let’s start with ...