Karl Marx

I had to rush home in my lunch hour to pick up my passport.

No, no, not to jet off for the afternoon (who wants to sit in a metal sausage anyway?!), I was just helping complete the German love for bureaucracy.

What struck me was how many places I recognised seeing from the film 'Das Leben der Anderen' which I saw last night. Especially the Karl Marx book shop on a street which also bares his name. I pass this at least four times a day - and for the first time, I went in.

Not a life changing experience, but nice nonetheless!