There’s an outdoor bar in Berlin across the Spree River from the main train station, at the northern tip of a large green space known as Spreebogenpark. Margaret and I were spending an afternoon in Berlin walking for a while, then stopping into a pub for a refreshment, and then walking for a little while longer, all the while making photographs of whatever caught our fancy.
Sitting under a green umbrella, Margaret sipping a gin and tonic and me a pilsener, these boys walked up to us and asked us in German if we’d take their picture. I was a little surprised, because I felt sure we looked for all the world like American tourists. Perhaps it was youthful inexperience that they didn’t think that we might speak only English!
But I do speak enough German for light conversation. As I lifted my camera, I asked them if they’d played a game that day. They had! Did they win? They did! I fist-bumped each one of them, and then made their photograph.
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