Sun Nov 11, 2012
I got off the U2 and went down the stairs. As I start walking on Kastanien Allee I see a Sparkasse on my right. It’s full of people, maybe 10 or 15. The atmosphere does not look right for a bank. Some people are getting money out of those machines. Others are there just because it’s warm. What I find shocking is a punk next to his dog opening the door to a client leaving the bank. It reminds me of those people in the USA opening the door at the entrance of the hotel. With a slightly different uniform in this case.