Michael ist tot, Michael ist tot!
Where were you when you heard the news? Berlin, Schlesische Strasse, Kreuzberg.
I was enjoying a cold Beck’s, outside the uber-cool Mijkowka bar on Schlesischer, interrupted at regular intervals by trendy drunks shambling back home from Freischwimmer. Every 20 minutes one would amble, nay stagger past, saying: “Michael ist tot, Michael ist tot!”
Many seemed upset, most didn’t. God knows what will happen when David Hasselhof goes toes up!






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