To be fair,
I climbed the Fernsehturm,
Circled the Reichstag,
Smiled under the Brandenburger Tür.
I did Sachsenhausen,
Marvelled at the stereotypically
At the wondrous efficiency
Of European trains
Mumbled Danke schön half-heartedly.
But I only remember
(without the prompting of pictures)
The man with three fingers,
Selling gelatin-frei Haribo, at one U-Bahn Station.
He had marginally more teeth than fingers,
I enjoyed the three minutes of his company
and his gelatin-frei hearts.
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