and put it back where it came from. It is a Friday night out, not that late, a place rather hidden, the street outside full of GIs in their civilian clothing, their cars all around, American, European and Asian, all slighty changed, nothing shiny bright or loud, no luxerious brands and all in solid robust worker like clothing, clean and a bit baggy with some sexy relaxed, no beat gets to the outside and a bit of weed is in the air, no aggression and no one checks you up. You make your away through the denser getting crowd and face a door without checks to enter into a dark place where it gets loud, with a DJ off the light, a place where people stand not that tight and all everyone is moving to the beat, from left to right, up and down, smoothing, wooving with drinks, no one high on hard gear, no one in fear and some you see bear arms, heavy iron, locked and loaded, which explains the absence of bouncers, the rappers not being seen until you pass by a guy with a mic and everyone seems to like each other in a nice, pleasent way....
...one shouts HEIL HITLER and a shot fires. That's all that happens, all you hear, nothing to see, it is still Germany.
The 90ies. A Provos Garden. The House of Iblin rerising. Knights in their Temple.
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