“Ladies and gentlemen, we will soon reach Berlin main station.”
Stella sighed and closed her journal. It was spilling over with photos from Munich, the famous castle Neuschwanstein, Cologne Cathedral and more. Now she was in Berlin. She had planned a sightseeing tour but her train was behind time. It was already well after 8pm and she was starving. Spotting a small diner down the road she headed for it.
A man was standing at the counter and preparing a large sausage for another customer. With one arm he wiped off the sweat beads on his forehead.
“What’s that?” she asked when he shoved the plate over to the other customer.
“Currywurst Pommes,” he replied with a broad accent and eyed her curious.
“I'll take one.” The man nodded and began to prepare another batch for her.
“Can you recommend something to drink? Something typical?,” Stella asked when he put the full plate on the counter. The man grunted something and turned. She thought he would hand her a large beer mug like the ones in Munich. Instead he handed her a large bowl shaped glass with green liquid. She paid and sat down on a table outside the diner.
The man came out with a beer bottle in hand. “Can I?” he started and pointed at the other end of the bench she was sitting on. Stella nodded, her mouth full of the sausage. It was an interesting combination. The meaty flavour of the sausage, the sweet tomato ketchup and the slightly bitter tang of curry powder. The man sat down without another word and just raised his bottle to her. She simply did the same with her glass bowl and sipped on it. It was definitely beer. But with some sort of syrup.
“Good?” the man asked and now had a curious look on his face.
She nodded. “Sweet. What is it?”
“Green Berliner Weiße.”
She took another sip of it. Somehow she liked it. Tomorrow she would write to John about it. She had already wanted to send him a postcard since Neuschwanstein. But she hadn’t found the time to finish it, yet.
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