A couple of years ago I was hanging out in Berlin for a week (the nucleus of my trip was to check out a Bob Dylan concert at Arena Treptow) just bumming around, i.e. drinking lots of beer and enjoying watching the rather stunning young Berliner women go about their day to day lives, and I wandered into the former East Berlin just killing the afternoon before the Dylan show, and decided to stop into a little bar for a drink.
It was quiet, about a dozen men & women all sitting around and talking (in German, naturally) and no one payed me much mind as I sat down at the bar and asked for a brew, using my extremely limited German (“Pils, bitte.”). The bartender set my beer in front of me and then continued with the conversation he was having with another patron, and so there I sat, contentedly enjoying myself and the lazy afternoon I was enjoying.
After 5 or 10 minutes, the old guy sitting nearest to me turned and said something to me in German, (I assume something like “How’s it going?” or “Nice day, eh?”) and as politely as I could, I told him (in English) that I was very sorry, but I didn’t understand what he had said, as I didn’t Sprechen sie Deutsch.
Without missing a beat, in perfect English he asked me where I was from, and what I was doing in Berlin. We talked for a few minutes, and then pretty soon the bartender joined in our conversation, asking me what attractions I had visited since arriving in town. Before long, someone down the bar told the bartender to get me another beer, on them, and then asked me (again, in perfect English) about what things he should check out on his upcoming trip to Boston. Soon seemingly the entire bar was peppering me with friendly questions about the U.S., (including a few about American politics) giving me good natured advice on great places to eat and cool things to do during my visit, telling me the best way to get to the concert later that night, and generally just being exceedingly friendly, gracious and hospitable to me.
I stayed for a few hours, (and for more than a few beers) and when I finally left I felt like I had actually made a dozen new friends, even though I knew I would never see any of them again—A very singular experience, but it made me a lifelong fan of Berlin (although I am sure I couldn’t find that bar again if my life depended on it) and it’s exceedingly friendly, open people…