World Cup Mania
You might be saying to yourself while reading one of our many football posts, "Anglofritz, I don't live in Berlin: why should I give a turd about this year's World Cup? I live in Saudi Arabia" etc. Well, I'm sorry that you can't catch the fever, but the problem is, we're all sick with it. Half a million people injected into the city like so much beef, high-strung cops and prostitutes e'er-blooming -- do you have a pulse? Berlin is the most livable city in northern Europe and if you don't come by for the show, you're both missing our point and being a dongwalter.
Sure, you're saying something like, "Christy, I have a job. Christy, I don't like football. It's going to be a clusterfuck, so where am I going to stay?" 1. Lame, 2. it doesn't matter, and 3. we have your answer!
For young people who cannot get a bed, there is a "fan camp" in the capital with 2,000 tent spaces, and the city's shops are permitted to trade for longer throughout the tournament.
Sweet! If you don't know us like that (we'll be quartering untold amounts of thugs on the lam in our spacious home base) and missed your reservations, you can live in the youth shantytown. It'll probably be safe, and you know that German punk girl you occasionally dream about? She'll be there.