Berlin - near my homeland.

I know, that it is hard to explain, but I have to confess that Berlin truly surprised, inspired and amazed me. I did not expect that people would be so nice, caring and helpful.

I arrived in Berlin at night, got lost on the way to my hotel - City Blick. It was quiet, warm and dry night. I could sense some gentle wind of November. This is the way I felt welcomed by a local climate. I was wandering alone with my suitcase, looking for a train to the right area of the city. Finally, I got into a random train, using my Sagittarius' instinct. I got off the vehicle and found myself in the right place, the street, where my hotel was situated. Walking down the Kantstrasse, I noticed the local grocery shop, that was still opened till midnight. I took an opportunity to buy some food because since breakfast I hadn't eaten anything. It was past 11 pm when I got in there. I did quick shopping, purchased a couscous salad, juice, some fruits and obviously my favourite German chocolate - Milka, the taste of my childhood. My Godfather used to bring me a lot of sweets from Germany. I think that he might still live in Berlin. I paid for my stuff. The cashier was polite and friendly and wished me a nice evening. I left the shop and got myself focused on a google map. My sat nav showed me proper directions, but I had a problem with finding the entrance to the hotel. I took a proper glance at the hotel and noticed the correct door for the entrance. On the left side of the door was a key box with a code to enter I was given via email. The owner was informed that I might arrive late that night.
When I opened the door and turned a light on, the view of the interior surprised me positively. I attempted to be quiet, making gentle footsteps. I locked back the door and directed myself towards the long dark stairs. They reminded me of an architectural style of Berlin '30s. I have seen such a style in films. It was an impressive, old fashion corridor with stairs made of wood. I turned a light off and opened another door leading to the corridor with bedrooms. This is another feature of the old Berlin architecture style in the '30s. I felt amused. I found my bedroom, opened the door and entered a warm and cosy interior. I felt so exhausted, my legs were sore. I took some photos, refreshed myself and went to bed. I chatted to my boyfriend, sent him some photos and informed how happy I was. I fell asleep.

Next day, after breakfast, which tasted like a Polish one I left the hotel and took myself on the long walk to the city. I planned my journey before, so I was prepared to visit a few important places in Berlin. The Sun was striking with bright beams, accompanying my lone adventure around the city, filled with painful past. The sky was blue and as I was walking down the street I passed plenty of trees full of golden leaves. My plan was to visit Schloss Charlottenburg (Charlottenburg Castle), which was located in the west of the city, then transfer myself to the centre part of the Capital. I was so curious and impatient about this place. It reminded me of my hometown and the other cities around it. It felt like home. I have never felt so confident and familiar outside of my homeland like here. I understood, why so many Poles could feel here very well, despite that in more than seven decades ag it was our enemy's homeland. It is unbelievable.

In my opinion, Berlin is romantic city.