“In Berlin, I experience icks I never thought possible.”

I hate Berlin.

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Before I moved to Berlin, I visited twice. Both trips were at the height of summer, when the sun stayed out past 9 p.m., and every park looked like a Hobbiton backyard replete with checkered picnic blankets, piles of mountain cheese, and half-liter beer bottles. It was nice, at least between June and September. There was always a c…