Soccer madness.

The European soccer/football cup is happening right now and it's something that is extremely hard to miss in Berlin, specially if Germany is playing. Yesterday was a day like that. Everywhere I biked I heard screams from footballs fans watching the game. You really don't need to see the game, at least not when Germany is playing, to know the score, you will hear people scream a lot if Germany scores and a sad shorter scream if the team they're playing scores. Everywhere, I mean everywhere, bars, cafés, spätis (late night shops)(!) are showing football all the time. People gather on the streets and everywhere is packed.

I'm not interested in football at. Sweden already lost against Ukraine the other day so it feels like they are out of even coming close to the finales. But I can't get away from it no matter how much I try.
Home, Benjamin (the father in the family that I work for) is football crazy. He talks about different teams, matches and can even throw in a fun fact or two about some nations national anthems. You can, apparently, turn on subtitle for the national anthems when the teams are singing it before the game. The song will be written in the original language and also translated to German. This was fun.

Yesterday night I went to the couchsurfing meeting as always (Wednesday tradition) for a while and then meet up with Nanna and her friend Julie. We wanted to go to a gay bar but even there it was to many people watching the game and on the street where we where, all the places where showing the game. Except one. This was a big hurrah for us, because this bar was almost empty (of course), we could sit down and talk without hearing people shout at a screen. This was more then nice. We talked and talked. The game ended and the bar filled with people. We went to another bar and talked on. The night ended with me and Nanna sharing a fries with mayo. We agreed that ketchup is doesn't really do it with fries and that mayo beats it any day. This mayo thing made us even better friends and I biked fast as the wind home on the empty streets in the dark.