I got an email from this friend of mine in Berlin telling me about the death of her dad.
At the end, her farewell was the most magnificent word I could ever imagined, only possible in German language:
Yes, I'm in love with Berlin, with the city, its history and its people. And I will always be, no doubt about it. It is the city of awesomeness, and destiny brought me there twice already, am still waiting for the third occasion.
Harry Benson, Berlin kiss (1996)