Saturday July 2
A bit of backstory: While at the Burren, I mentioned to some of the faculty that I was planning on going to Berlin at some point after leaving Ireland. Mary, the president and co-founder of the college, looked me up and down and said, “We need to put you in contact with Brian Kelly. He was a student here a few years back, and I believe he's a tattoo artist in Berlin nowadays.” So she gave me his e-mail address, and when I got home, I looked up his shop online. As it happens, Brian is also from Minneapolis, and graduated from MCAD before going to the Burren College. Also, apparently, he started something of a phenomenon. He designed a graphic in his own image, which for 20 Euro one could get tattooed either in black and white or in color, anywhere on their body, along with a lifelong membership in the ranks of the Brian Kelly Army. I believe that at this point, he has enlisted some 60ish followers and counting.
He was indeed tattooing in Berlin, so I shot him a quick e-mail from the hostel in Amsterdam, name-dropping Mary and Tim the dean. How it ended up playing out is that Thursday night, Minneapolis band Dark Dark Dark was playing in Berlin, so we arranged to meet at the venue once my hitchhiking adventure delivered me into the city. As I mentioned, our conquering hero Stefan brought me right up to the door of this club, at around 11:30 pm, and rode off into the sunset. At the show I met Brian and some of his friends, Panke and Iban (also tattoo artists) from Mexico, and we went out for beers and Club Maté, a weird maté tea soda functioning kind of like an energy drink.
So I’ve been staying at Brian’s flat in Kreuzburg since then, and spending my days on the veritable tattoo-tour of Berlin. In the “morning” (1:45 pm) we go to Loxodrom Tattoo, so Brian can start work, and I hang around there for a bit until I get antsy or hungry, at which point I occupy myself with navigating the Bahn system to visit other studios around the city.
Besides Loxodrom and Fur Immer (where Iban works), I’ve found my way to three other tattoo shops, as well as at least four coffee shops, several pubs, two parks, and countless Doner stands for falafel and halloumi wraps. I can boast at least a passing familiarity with the U-Bahn, S-Bahn and commuter tram systems, as well as the most important German words: Please, thank you, bicycle, beer, coffee, bathroom, and I’m sorry, I don’t speak German.
Brian, me, Panke. Train-waiting.
Fahrrad is Bicycle in German.
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Panke showing us that there's a street named after him.
Also worth mentioning, Tobi’s friends decided to cut the Sweden trip back, to end on the 3rd of July, so the tentative plan is for him to meet me in Berlin at some point on the 4th or 5th, and then we’ll make our way towards the French border, where I’ll catch my train to Spain.
As of yet, Brian is refusing to do the tattoo I want, and is trying to convince me to get his face instead. Battle of will, stay tuned for results.