Sascha meets Dante
Sascha left Jörg’s apartment in Willmesdorf about three in the morning pleasantly stoned after a night of excess. His head was buzzing, sleeping was out of the question at the moment. It was a pleasant enough Friday night in May, and he decided to take a stroll towards the gay quarter of Schöneberg – there is a Kebab place just off Nollendorfplatz which is open all night, the food greasy enough to settle one’s stomach; Sascha is not a heavy drinker but enjoys chemically induced flights with friends, and this night he was in a particular happy and mischievous mood.
