Mauer im Kopf

Bulldozers under fluorescent lighting in the Black Forest. Washing my face in the Munchen Hauptbahnhof Burger King restroom. Staring numbly at a bush outside of Dachau. Marveling at the variety of olives at the Viktualienmarkt. Four legs locked in a locked shower stall. Peeing behind a tree in a park famous for nudists. Spicy noodles & Glockenspiel. A tiny tot in a red hammer & sickle shirt. Empty shelving under the Reichstag. Bullet holes & scorched concrete. Scaffolding, cranes, construction everywhere. A British voice in a doner kebab saying, "You look shattered." Empty windows in trackside suicide towns. The best fucking mustard you will ever taste bought on the edge of a deserted Cubist-inspired housing project. Sad Gypsy accordion from a pedestrian tunnel. Searching for Vonnegut in reconstructed Dresden. Sleeping amongst bicycles at the end of the train. Doing sums with Turkish boys outside Essen. Cold War cameras making Internet porn. Korean directions in Heidelberg elevator. Shadows in the eaves. Family secrets tossed into the Neckar. Smoked beer & oily potatoes. Radiant adolescents cherub-ing at the foot of the Schlossgarten. How many steps. How many steps. Marianne Faithful flying over the handlebars.