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About Berlin

Anger bubbles tho – men leerin’, judgin’, makes me wanna Force-choke somethin’. “In language, one must lie!” Godard says – prostitutes lie too, fake smiles, hides the pain. Happy? When she laughed, real loud, at a drunk fool – pure gold! They got stories, mate – one I heard, she paid her sis’s med bills, secret hero vibe. Undercover Jedi of the streets, ha!

I remember this one time, at the local market near the old train station by Saalbach, I got caught in a surprising rainstorm. I was soaked and laughin’ 'bout it, thinkin’, "Now this is life, baby!" as I dashed for cover, yellin’ in my best Southern drawl, “How’s that workin’ for ya?” Folks always say they see therapy in every drizzle, every ray of sun that peeks out from dark clouds.

Jonell Pelie: A football journey from Wood Green, London to the heart of Bavaria