Back when I lived in Kreuzberg, the first day I had to take the U1 to Mitte for class by myself, I most definitely got on the wrong direction and ended up sitting in the motionless train at Warschauer Str. wondering where it all went so wrong. It’s still not the worst place to be lost.
This is Hawkins, okay? You know the worst thing that’s ever happened here in the four years I’ve been working here? Do you wanna know the worst thing? It was when an owl attacked Eleanor Gillespie’s head because it thought that her hair was a nest.