We went to this chamapgneria hidden in Berlin that felt like a house-party in someones livingroom, really smokey and dirty. A bed in the basement and a pony. A bathroom without a lock, with a bathtub with an umbrella in it. The staff who doesn't queue but makes me count to 12 and see if she can pee before I say 13. Sofas with cigarette-marks all over them. Champagne bottles to everyone.
Never seen so much grafitti in a city before, but it is damn cool because every painting has its own message from the artist. The building with the text "how long is now" is a really stinky, grafitti-filled place where some artists live, work and sell their art. Most of them are not german but came to Berlin with the "artistic-boom" of the city.