Am in the Cafe Royal venue in Berlin, having soundchecked very quietly indeed. Something about not annoying the neighbours. Just went to the toilets only to be confronted with a huge poster of my face – the gig’s advert.
In the brief hour to ourselves, Boy H and I went to look at the Brandenburg Gate, and the recent holocaust memorials nearby: Jewish (the enormous maze of stone blocks that shifts and changes as you walk inside), and homosexual (a single cube screening a looped film of two men kissing).
Tags: berlin, diary on the go, Fosca
