As in a short report on what happened in Berlin. After spending the weekend with both messengers and non-messengers one thing became painfully clear. Again. My family is getting more narrowminded by the year. To a lot of people the focus appears to be on accepting “fakengers” in our “culture”. But the majority of bikemessengers just have trouble with being a hard working person, averse to looks and ego. Cult has gotten cultivated instead of becoming professionalised. Spastically holding on to romanticizing an era in which people were trying to survive. It’s time to start living, get a job.

G’boren drekt und genau an die Grense bei Gronau. Also, Deutsch sprechen kunnen wir alle. Aber jetzt geht es los. Tommie kommt mit dem Rad in den Wagen und dann fahren wir in die Heimat. Na jah, Heimat? So’n bissjen dann aber das macht kein flaus aus. Wo ihr uns finden kunnt? Da wo die fuffies im Club sind natuurlich!

A little help to get you on your way. For a lot of people from abroad, the deutsche language is pretty hard. It sounds like dutch but then even worse. For instance: a bicycle is ein Fahrrad and a messenger is ein kurier, handy stuff to help you find your way through Berlin this summer.

Super Affen Titten Turbo Geil. The registration for this year’s ECMC in Berlin is up. From 28th of may till 1st of june. Und ihr weisst, Deutsch reden koennen wir alle. But only a few can be a berliner.

Nothing compares to the simple pleasure of a bike ride.  ~John F. Kennedy