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As a student in Berlin, it occasionally whirls you through clubs and bars, depending on your financial situation. I'm more of a bargoer, someone who likes it a bit more cosy and sociable, someone who reacts very sensitively to music that is too loud, because I want something from my ears later on as a music lover.
In this city there is plenty of choice of bars. A walk through the Warschauer Straße can widen the horizon and no - I'm not asking you to stock up at the dealer's S-Bahn station there. There are large bars, smaller bars and the really beautiful and cosy, but really very very small rooms, which often function as real insider tips. These small bars have something special that can be both an advantage and a disadvantage. What I mean is that you can quickly get into conversation with strangers. Not infrequently one or the other acquaintance arises here. But it can also work differently, when someone is sitting next to you at the table, whom you would love to grab by the ears and drag outside. Maybe this person is not even aware because of their high alcohol consumption that they are now punished by the other bar visitors with pejorative looks. Let me tell you a little story:
A middle-aged gentleman enters our small, tranquil bar. You can tell that he's already swum up a bit, but good ... we're here in Berlin's nightlife. As long as he doesn't take you to the ring ... (PS: Just because you puke into a lane doesn't make you "groundbreaking".)
In any case, he was worried about his appearance when a few hours ago he stood in the bathroom in front of the mirror, straightened his hair and applied something citric and spicy, which everyone in this compact room of course noticed. Really pleasant, I must say. I liked that.
What I probably forgot or ignored was that the bar I had chosen was a smoking bar. Nobody's lit a cigarette around here yet. Our newcomer should be the first. After inhaling two cigarettes within a very short time - a miracle that he didn't suck up the filter at the same time - it smelled a little smoky, but by no means disturbing. But this changed within a very short time, when our slightly drunk newcomer remembered that it was a little too warm for cardigan, scarf and coat. All this he put away and unfortunately right next to me. I was overcome by a cloud of cold cigarette smoke, which must have settled in the clothes of that gentleman. With all the comforts, it was over. I simply can't stand such smells, be it customers at work who stink up our shop or the gentleman next to me, and as a four-time dog owner I'm used to some olfactory torture.
The smoke should accompany me the whole evening and this evening was long - very long. And our newcomer - well ... in the meantime it was not so new anymore - it was really filled up. He seemed to be a rum lover, who was probably used to a lot of rum, but despite the habituation effect the crash had to come sometime. If his place was and so automatically also the one next to him, thus mine, flooded by an aura of cold smoke and already a felt half glass of spilled rum, this was now still intensified. If he had spilled the expensive drink every now and then due to his ever-increasing blood alcohol capade, it fell completely out of his hand. Although he was already completely dense, but still master of his senses to the extent that he was anxious to save his drink, he tried to catch it somehow, but it failed. Instead of catching it, he catapulted it onto his clothes, which had been taken off about two hours ago, by means of an artistic mistake, which I would rate as eleven out of ten. What was up my nose here made me look for a new place. I didn't want to endure something so musty and smoky that was "decorated" with cheap rum. If you want to feel the whole thing without tearing the film, hanging over the toilet and other excesses, I recommend you either to buy this scent here or - and this is much cheaper - to get you a cheap rum and tip it into an ashtray, in which the cold ashes of the last days or weeks are located.
At the end it should be said that you can only help such people by not letting them into your premises in the first place. But what can you do? At the beginning it was quite fresh and pleasantly dieselled in. Who then calculates with such an end?
Then I went out, because unfortunately another table was no longer available. Olfactorially I was then expected by a breeze of Berlin air, which at that moment, albeit in a somewhat unpleasant way, blew my nose free.