TIB. This is Berlin.

Landed in Berlin.
Ate Vietnamese soup.
Drank large beers.
Got directions to the infamous Panorama bar.
Took tram line to the last stop.
Searched for Panorama bar for two hours.
It´s hidden by disused industrial buildings in East Berlin.
Behind a stretch of empty warehouses we spotted a row of bright lights along a gravel path.
We arrived at 3 a.m.
The club was intense.
Relentless minimal techno courtesy of Luciano.
The club´s decorations consist of abstract art and a giant colour photo a harry pussy.
The chillout rooms are small metal cages. Fuck chambers.
At 10 a.m. the club was still packed with Germans. The party usually goes till 3 p.m.

We decide to get an ice cold Becks for 3 €.
The couple making out next to me were getting into it.
He lifts up her shirt and caresses her bare breats.
The music crescendos with a burst of melody: it´s a pipe organ that builds into a roar.
At the exact moment of climax, the lighting man hits a switch and the shades pop open, flooding the room with blinding sunlight.

The crowd roars and throw their hands in the air.

We left at 11 a.m. and walked, next to the wall, back to our hotel.
TIB: It´s a long way from Cairo.