The story of how we got lost.

Janosch always begins his stories with an underline about what the book is about. This post could be called Friday night in Prenzlauer Berg - The story of how we got lost.
I was meeting up with Asaf at 23 to go to a club in Prenzlauer Berg. 23 is a really early time to go clubbing in this town. The clubs usually open about then, so I was a bit skeptical to Asaf plan to go there so early. Asaf and I like to go to indie rock clubs every now and then because the electro/techno/dubstep scene is't really our thing but we tend to go to clubs like that more often. So we need to break and go indie for a night and dance to songs we love until we're so tried that I almost fall asleep on his shoulder.


We meet up, got there and waited for Asaf's friend Chris, also known as the Aussie. He was late, so we got something to eat and came back a bit later to an of course empty club. What do we do? We got a stamp from the place and decide to go to a bar first and then maybe come back to the club. We got on the first tram we saw on the street and the guys convinced me we're going the right way though I thought we're not. We where so not going the right way and when This tram terminates here was heard from the speakers we wondered where the hell we where. They grabbed their smart phones and it turned out we're in the middle of nowhere.
We got on the tram going back of course thinking we would come to the place we started at least. Logic right? Wrong!
Somehow we end up in the middle of nowhere somewhere else when again out from the speakers come This tram terminates here. What the hell Berlin?

I started to laugh because it's so dumb. We all been living here for some time now but we still can't figure out how to the trams work and think that a tram from an end station would go back to where we where is apparently not true. The Aussie checked his phone and we where deferentially lost. We saw a little döner place where, just to do something out of a bad situation we got beer and got on another tram. You might think that by now we should know better then to trust the trams? We do not, but this time we end up at the right place. Close to a S-bahn station where got on a train to where we wanted to go. I argued all the time with the Aussie where to go and how to get there, since his sense direction had proven to be wrong all this time. By the time we got to civilization again we been lost for about an hour and a half. Very well spent time. I laughed so much and also swore to never trust the tram again.
I made us go back to the club and by the time we got there, it was packed. Asaf and I danced until we almost fell asleep. The Aussie was mostly gone and appeared when System of a Down and other awesome band where playing. 
I had a great time even though we got lost more then I've ever gotten lost in Berlin before. Watch out for the tram, I'll tell you!
I came home when the sun just risen after yet another great time in this city.