Nearing Schilling Strasse on the Karl Marx Allee a girl was struggling on her bike as she made her way to Alexander Platz. She could see the Fernsehturm TV tower as the menacing clouds were beginning to cover it and soon the tower looked as though it rose up towards infinity as it disappeared into the grey sky.
My nose is about to drop off and there is absolutely nobody on the street. I was told that I should be at the flea market relatively early if I wanted to get a good bicycle and it makes sense that the people at the stands would want to get there early to set up camp, you know? But I took this to heart and at half past eight I left my house which is on Boxhagener Strabe anyway and only five minutes later I arrived at my destination; the deserted square where the flea market was supposed to take place.