Berlin: Karo, Janos, and Paul

Berlin with these three felt like wasting time in the best way. We’d walk around with no plan, stopping for coffee that somehow always tasted wrong, then beer that was better. Karo had an opinion on everything we passed. Janos laughed at jokes that weren’t funny. Paul didn’t say much. I remember being in some basement bar—I don’t even know which one anymore—and the light was all wrong for the time of day, and everyone looked good in it anyway. That’s the kind of thing you forget but can’t quite shake.