I guess one can fantasise about living in the places we visit: the tourist abroad. We, alas, bring ourselves to these places as opposed to these places coming to us. We take with us our dreams, hopes, desires and fantasies. We want countries, cities to be as we perceive, the first impressions to be everlasting. However, we only see small facets and not whole. The reality of living and visiting can be so different. I always imagined living in Berlin. My fondest memories of having brunch on a Saturday afternoon in an unknown square. I recall browsing through the shops, fashion boutiques, art galleries and markets of Alexanderplatz. I enjoyed and was captivated listening to avant-garde experimental music in hip bars and cafes. It is a place that I have visited many times. I am fascinated by the demographic changes that have occurred over the years. I found the people to some of the most friendly in Europe, though I am aware there is a dark side. I frequent the places where tourists roam. I have a canvas print on the wall in my living room of some unknown window with beautiful red flowers on the ledge. I took the photograph in 2001. I respect your experience, and thank you for making me question my perceptions