You are young. You're free.

I´m flying to Berlin tomorrow morning.  I've never been to Germany, but I've been told endlessly how edgy and artistic Berlin is, how gritty and effortlessly cool.  Obviously, I'm looking forward to it.  At the same time, though, I can't quite shake the feeling (hope?) that it's going to be just like this mid-nineties German dance video: thoroughly self-conscious without being at all self-aware.  I'll pack my teddy bear and mesh shirt, just in case.