home . index . books


Sept. 30, 2006

< < previous | next > >

How I tormented my patient hosts with hamburger jokes on my arrival for a weekend here, even as they showed me around the old harbor on the Elbe and we drank red beer at Bodo's Boat Rental on the Oder. "Must be the best damn hamburger on the planet," I said, "if they would name the whole town after it!" In the evening, they took me to the Reeperbahn, to show me the prostitutes flood onto the streets at 8pm sharp, when it's legal for them to ply their wares. And there at the Hertz Bleu, I ordered the hamburger. And it actually was pretty darn good.