"La madre de los excursiones en bicicleta"

I have been talking about the comforting bubbles I tend to surround myself with way too much lately – here are some shots from a recent trip beyond the membrane, all the way into Schöneberg. The title was a terrible rendition that my exhausted self gave to a Colombian guest in our house upon having returned from a 5 hour bike ride all the way from the East to the West of Berlin. Let me say one thing: This city is almost inconceivably huge and bears several parallel universes within itself.