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BERLIN – girlfriend sleepovers + midnight cafes

It’s Saturday and the second day of my trip to Berlin where I am to visit Frida with 20 of my classmates. Le-Bon,-2015We wake up just after four hours of slumber. I don’t think I slept at all actually, just waiting for the hours to pass. The weight of my head is that of a planet but Frida pulls me out on the street where the air is damp and crisp. It helps a little, but her company the most. Le-Bon,-BerlinThe fog lies above the grey streets and the neighbourhoods look just as if war was still present. She takes me to a corner cafe named Le Bon where we will have brunch. Around us are wealthy couples in vintage attire and cool jobs who pay extra to have sparkling water with their sandwiches. I almost cry when the eggs arrive because they are so tasty and the wooden table so beautifully heavy. Frida laughs at me and then we also pretend to be wealthy with cool jobs. Frida-med-semla-2015Life feels like a struggle, wearing a hangover like this for the day. Berlin is gloomy and damp but it doesn’t kill our mood. Frida takes me around shops where we browse through vintage track suits and leather platforms whilst talking about her lovers and my depressions. Once the headache is about to drown us we stop by some Swedish cafe and down a semla in less than two minutes. We are both impressed and slightly worried as we look over at each other. We are defeated. – Frida, I think I am close to dying or crying or both, I say, desperate for her to agree. – God, me too. How about heading home for a nap? she replies. I am close to marrying her right then and there. Frida-Regeheim,-2015Whilst my classmates texts me wanting us to join them for dinner we instead cuddle into the duvets, turn off the lights and with heavy breaths fall into hard slumber. Two hours later the alarm wakes us up. Like true troopers we pour us some left over scotch to share whilst still in bed. It is just like our teenage years in London, hunting adventures with too few hours to sleep. Then we try on different outfits and dance to Nicki Minaj’s music videos like queens. Processed with VSCOcam with b5 presetThe venue of the night is some palace looking building by a deserted roundabout. I think of how Germany surprises me by being just as I imagined it. We’re there to attend something as brilliant as a night called Burgers & Hiphop. Apparently thousands of others agree with us and we arrive facing a two hour queue to get in. We don’t queue though. I’m too old for patience and too young to care. So discretely we join some german crew at the front and viola! Yes, I’d hate us too. But there is no shame in youth, just as there shouldn’t be. Processed with VSCOcam with c1 presetI lose my breath as we enter because it looks like the parties from some cool dance college film. Ok, that made it sound incredibly uncool, but it was right up my alley. The bar is built down into the ground and platforms filled with hiphop loving babes towering up all around it. There wasn’t a single male dj playing that night, but only hiphop queens. What made me even happier is that it wasn’t even announced in the event, it was just casually a fact. Among the tall germans we dance for hours. Every single track that we listened to when frequenting the club Efes three times a week during 2012 are being played. Funnily there are still people who don’t believe in time travel. Processed with VSCOcam with b5 presetWhen the hours of dancing are finished we find some run down late night cafe as our intoxicated bodies scream for food. The lady working there is absolutely lovely and serve us sandwiches for 1€. It just seems inevitable to not finish off the day with another egg photo of my love and we even order a second round because we can. I don’t know what we keep on laughing at but I feel like 16 and nothing matters apart from us being alone in a shitty cafe with cheap food and boys who love us. We are talking about how we should buy this place the day we become rich, because nothing can be more brilliant than an egg cafe. Outside boys catcall us but not even that can piss me off at this point. We brush our teeth together and plan our summer in NYC. Laying in bed we talk excitedly about nothing until Frida falls asleep in the middle of one of her sentences. Somewhere between uni and adulthood I forgot how important sleepovers with girlfriends are. Linn Also see Berlin Day 1 & check out Frida’s blog

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