New Year’s Eve is quite the ordeal in Berlin. As every private citizen of every age likes to pop firecrackers at midnight, it can become quite terrifying. And we hate it, too.
But I always enjoy the 1st of January. Getting out of bed, taking your first deep breath of the new year and walking through the streets; wading through the garbage left behind, only a few hours after all these exhilarating emotions were put on display by drunk, celebratory people.
Happy New Year!