Be all touristy and check out the Reichstag
From Create Your Own Story
(Under construction, branch #2)
Reichstag, well-dressed, meeting intern.
After waiting at the bus-stop for a few minutes, hands in the pockets of your new coat, you take Berlin's famous public transit to the Reichstag, the seat of the German parliament. Once you step off the bus, with a shiver, you join the line of tourists looking to get on a tour. You actually end up chatting with an Australian couple about barbecue techniques and rain, and aren't standing out in the line for a few minutes before they shuffle your group into the building. Inside, it's slightly warmer, and you soon forget your annoyance at the temperature as the tour guide takes you around the building, point out paintings from past centuries, murals stolen from the French, security measures installed during the Cold War, and many more interesting historical bits and bobs. Eventually, the Australian woman leans over, and whispers in your ear.
"Hey, this bit is supposed to be amazing." She says. You nod, and in a moment, gasp as she's proved correct. The guide pushes open double iron doors, to reveal the huge glass dome of the Reichstag, where the whole dome is ringed by layer after layer of ramps, leading up to the summit. With a grin, he leaves you to gaze at the city of Berlin.
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You are staring off towards the river, not paying attention to your surroundings, when someone goes barreling into you. You both go down in a pile, and you cuss floridly in English as you hit the steel ramp. The two of you quickly untangle yourself, and the other person, a German teenager in a gray suit, helps you up.
"I'm so sorry, sorry!" He says in decent English, blushing. You shrug and dust yourself off.
"No harm done." You say, in German. He smiles sheepishly.
"Still, I am very sorry. Also, I notice you speak German like a native, yet you curse in English. I applaud you, miss."
"Thank you," you say with an incline of the head, "I appreciate the compliment. You are alright?"
"Quite, and again, my apologies." You frown, and step forwards.
"Your tie is askew, let me help. I'm Susan, by the by."
"Ah, thank you. I am Peter." He says, flushing slightly. You grin, and after a moment of fiddling, you straighten his tie up again.
"It's a nice tie, the flag print sets the grey off quite well. Actually, it's a good look in general. Do you work here?"
"Maybe?" he says, with a confused shrug, "I'm an intern with one of the delegates, but I don't work, per say." The corners of his mouth twitch upwards, and he waves at the rotunda. "Technically, there's no reason to be up here, I just like taking a glance at the city during my breaks. Remember what one is governing, you know?"
"An admirable thought, which most politicians could use a little more of." Below you, you see the tour guide reappear and begin collecting your group. "Hey, I need to go, but would you like to meet for lunch? I could use a local's advice on what constitutes good food around here."
"I'd be happy to." he says, with a little bow, "Would you meet me by the main gate in an hour or so?"
You grin. "Absolutely."
