So I am now in Luzern. I know I have not wrote to you all in a while so I am going to hit on a few things briefly but also have some good stories and easily tell you about the funnest experience of possibly my life. So I will take you back to berlin now.

The pub crawl was awesome. Like always. Unfortunately I did not make it to the last pub because I hot sepperated from the group. The next day I was up by 9am and met my tour group to see the concentration camp. The only think I can say is that you will never believe it till you see it. I think everyone needs to see one at least once. This particular camp was not a death camp, although thousands were killed. A death camp is a place where execution was it's only purpose. This was after a while of concentration camps existing. The holocaust became worse and worse over time. There were 60k people at this huge camp at one point. The property is huge, but there are not a lot of bunks. There was also a prison for soviet soldiers at this camp where torture was used in attemp to gain intelligence from these people. People because there were not only soldiers here another man was someone who tried to assassinate Hitler. They thought he was a British spy, therefor they did not have him killed. There was one particular piece of torturing that was terrible. There were 3 poles in the open area outside the barracks. This pole had a piece of metal poking up at a slight angle from being exactly perpendicular to the pole. Mens hands would be tied behind their backs and hooked on this piece of metal while standing on a stool, then the stool would be kicked out and he would fall, dislocating both shoulders immediately. I also saw the ovens where all the prisoners were burnt after being executed or dying. After the concentration camp tour was over and I got home, it was dinner time. I got to talking with 3 other girls that were in the room. We all went out for dinner and then to the grocery store to get beer. It was so funny to me that none of the beer came in cases, just singles. We had a little basket full of Becks. It was a funny sight. My friend Laura, who I met in high school during her exchange, is visiting her cousin Meichy in Berlin with her bf Marcel. I met up with her and we were planning on going out for my last night in Berlin,but we ended up talking about German history till 4 in the morning. Miechy told me that i absolutely HAD to stay another night so we can go to a disco tech. He offered me to stay at his place. best descison of my life. After thanking him in advance, I got a cheap cab back home and was up and showered ready to check out by10. I then plugged in all my devices and fell asleep on the couch till about 1 in the afternoon. Lol. I made my way over to meichy's around 2 or 3, still without eating anything all day. After resting for a bit in the apartment I walked across the street to get some lunch. The lady there spoke no English, but luckily she could translate bratwurst. I ordered two with fries. It ended up being a currywurst, nut I ate all of it anyways because I was so hungry. I just scraped off the curry ketchup. I even bought some ice cream when I was done, which was amazing. The language barrier is starting to get to me more and more. I was spoiled in Ireland and england. After my filling lunch I headed back up to the apartment to see what the game plan for the day was. We headed out to walk around east Berlin. Meichy showed us his stomping grounds and his favorite party street. As we were walking we came across this small little beer shop. Marcel asked if I wanted a beer, and of course I did. They popped the cap and proceeded to walk down the street drinking their beer. I had to ask if it was legal, because there was no way I was getting in any trouble over seas. They both gave me a confused look followed with a chuckle and asked me if I was serious. I said, of course I am serious. We cannot do this in the states. I was so surprised and excited. I wanted to drink a beer everywhere it is illegal in the states. So that is what we did on our way back from visiting the Berlin wall and buying me a patch. We went into the grocery store to buy a cheap 4 pack each. The first thing when I got out if the store was crack my beer. I am very excited and pumped. I just could not believe what I was doing. We had to catch a tram back to the apartment but before we got on, I asked if I could drink my beer on it. They all laughed and said yes. Marcel even told me that I could go to the grocery store, buy a beer, crack it open and drink it while doing the rest of my shopping. As long as I pay fir it in the end, it is totally legal. With that said, I suggested we do it with a very excited voice. They again just laughed, but when we got back to the apartment, we did just that. It was awesome. Laura has pictures off it all, so when she sends them to me, you will see them on facebook. We all had spaghetti and beer. Then when 12 rolled around, we headed off to the club. I am nit sure who had the idea to grab the flat volleyball that was sitting outside the door, but we kicked it all the way there. There were a few times we almost lost it on balconies or over fences, but it survived the journey. Meichy asked the door man if he could watch it for us, and sure enough, after 5 hours of partying and the sun coming up, it was waiting for us when we left. It was soo great. I kitterally parties till the sun came up. As we were kicking the ball back home in complete day light, some English men joined us. We were passing, then guarding, then keeping away and it started to get a little competitive. We agreed we needed to play a game, but this is in the industrial district with nothing but concrete buildings and steel. That does not get in the way of a good old 3 on 3, German vs England bout. We found a huge patch of a concrete slab that was the foundation and floor of some warehouse. I was a guest player for the Germans and after throwing our shirts, coats and backpacks on the groud as goal posts, the game was on. Meichy and Marcel did work And scored goals up front, while I held it down in the backfield. It felt like was in a dream. It was so awesome, so much fun, I was pinching myself. With the game set to the first to 3 and us up 2-1, the pressuere was on. Just one more and we can celebrate in our jeans next to the graffitied walls. I unfortunately let one past me to tie up the score at 2-2. I was so nervous. I did not want to let my friends down and I wanted to be on the winning team as an American. Meichy had a misses shot on goal, but not to worry, for Marcel has his opportunity and slammed one in for the win. I went crazy. I was so excited that We beat a team of English kids who live by this game. I was so blown away. One of the greatest moments of my life. Who plays a pick up game of soccer, on concrete, at 5 in the morning, after partying all night, in a warehouse, IN BERLIN!!!! so awesome.

There is much more I need to tell you, but I also need a break from typing. I will post this for now so you all have something to read. Need to run some errands. Enjoy

Kurt