Fuhrer ist tot...

We took our Koffers to the Gepäckt Center in Berlin HBF, the security made a body search to Joe because they found a knife from his Koffer. At least he got some sex during the weekend, good for him.

It was raining but despite of that we anyhow tried to hunt Fuhrer's last remainings at Wilhelstrasse 77 in Berlin. After that we jumped on the U-bahn and went towards the Alexanderplazt to celebrate our contact with the Great Leader. At Alexanderplazt Bahnhof we did find a nice small pub and has small talks auf Deutsch mit ein Mann aus Berlin. He was born in Norway during the German occupation 1940's.

During the walk I did send a SMS to Paul, our Logistical Manager (name changed) and told him how organised and nice it is here in Berlin, despite it’s raining and windy...He asked what is the reason for my visit…My answer…Poland<?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" />

After that we took to Berlin Hard Rock cafe and did some shopping eating and boozing while hearing the Rock from good 80's. Then it was time to go back to the pub on Unter den Linden to finish the afternoon and some beer after returning to HBF. At the HBF I went for some ham rolls, because in Poland they do not know how to do any rye bread, only Aryan brothers do know. Rye is good, with loads of fibres and minerals. Then it was the time for some more Bier before leaving back to Noland.

When the clock was reaching 17:30 the talks were alreday hysterical because of realising that the train will leave in 62 minutes and after departure in 60 minutes we would cross the eastern borber of Germany, crossing it to west, to jest niema problema.

Joe saw a bakery selling, REAL BREAD and decided to buy some REAL BREAD to take to Noland. I followed his excellent idea and bought two. First one was propably made of concrete because with that you could have smashed the head of a Polak, that unfortunately came to my mind once picking the bread from the desk. The another was a Fullkornsonne, bit softer than the first one but it would still hurt on the side of the head of someone.

I told the lady selling...'We are going to Poland we need to buy some bread'...Her face went long as a horse and she was silent 3 seconds then she returned back to her normal state of mind (after thinking that there is not even bread in Poland) and she asked us, hearing really surprised...'Are you from Poland?'...It was good to see that she did saw that we were not.

We checked the platform for the Berlin-Warsawa Express and stepped on the number 11, took few pics from the cables hanging low and the Fernsehturm reaching high, before we jumped on the train at 19:30, and the german engine did start pulling us forward at 19:32.

Damn in real country things do go as planned...

We were in Posen 21:50 and took a smelly Taxi do Gniessen.