Date: Fri, 5 Aug 2005 12:43:17 -0700
From: Jim Cook <Jim_Cook7@msn.com>
Subject: my life story in as" FEW WORDS" as possible / Chapter# 5
      Brandenburger Tor-- part 1

     MY LIFE STORY, IN AS FEW WORDS AS POSSIBLE

     BY JIM COOK

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         CHAPTER 5

     BRANDENBUGER TOR
    (BRANDENBUGER GATE)
         *BERLIN*
          Part 1

        Sitting in the bar car, with beer in hand, the countryside flew
bye. Noticing that my favorite bartender was not working this trip, my eyes
wandered checking out who else was on board. There were a couple of guys
that looked interesting, but; most were older guys. Unlike the other
bartender this guy, much older and seemingly straight, kept ogling the
couple of women across from him.
        Not yet ready to eat my lunch, packed with love by Jorge, I
wandered through the cars, seeing if I could catch anyone's eye. Passing
through the dinning car; my eye caught sight of a good looking blond
waiter. Looks like Jorge's "Lunch" will be dinner, instead.
        I appeared to be one of the last lunch diners, so I took my time
eating. By the last of my Wienerschnitzel and wine, the waiter had time to
chat a little. Heinz, having found out his name, gave me the name of a
couple of clubs in Berlin. He also had a recommendation for a not too
pricey gay hotel, only a block and a half from one of the clubs.
        I hoped he might be available for a personal tour; unfortunately he
wasn't off for two more days. We'd talked for the best part of an hour,
when Heinz excused himself needing to get the tables set for dinner. The
slip of paper Heinz had written the hotel and club information on, I
noticed, also had his phone number on the back. Never having asked, we just
assumed that each other was gay. Although by looking at Heinz you would
never have suspected.
        Back in my seat, I decided to take a well needed rest. I must have
napped for awhile; for two hours had passed when I awoke. Being an express
train, we will make very few stops between Amsterdam and Berlin. We are a
few hours out of Berlin, so I opened my "Lunch", now dinner, and the
wine. The cheese and bread tasted sooo.....  Good. The wine,
(LIEB-FRAU-MILCH) a great white wine, brought out the best of the flavor
from the cheeses.
        My lunch box held enough to feed a small army. When I first opened
up my box of goodies, I felt a bit self conscious bringing food on
board. Back in the states it's really not done very much. However, after
seeing some of my fellow passengers, open up different containers of food,
I guessed it was common practice here in Europe.
        The sandwiches, fruit, and what looked like cookies, would have to
wait. From my window, the sky glowed orange and purple. The sunset, with
the deep green of the fields, seemed as picture perfect as any travel log
I'd ever seen.
        Lost in the moment, I barely noticed as the lights flickered on
above me. So too, the windows of the farm houses we passed came to
life. Suddenly the train began to slow, seeing the conductor coming through
the car, I wondered what was happening. He glanced from side to side as he
hurried through. Sensing the confusion on my face, he stopped long enough
to say "Rand.... Rand Kreuzend"; speaking in English, recognizing me as a
foreigner, Border, Border crossing.
        Border, what border, we were already in Germany. Then remembering
East and West Germany were split, I realized I was about to enter the
communist D D R, (Deutche Democratic Republic). Don't forget this is
nineteen sixty four.  The wall and check-point Charlie, were up and going
strong.
        As the train came to a stop, I caught sight of uniformed guards
toting guns, machine guns, walking a long the outside of the train. We were
not in a real station, but; I could see barbed wire fencing over ten feet
tall on both sides of the train. They checked all the car doors on each
side. It looked as if they were affixing some sort of a seal to each of the
doors. Or, maybe just making sure the doors were locked. It was hard to
tell.
        Grabbing my camera, and aiming out the clear glass, I clicked off a
couple of pictures. An older woman across from me looked up, and gently
shook her head as if to say "don't", so I put the camera away.
        With a slight jolt, we began moving forward very slowly. Passing
through yet another set of high barbed wire gates; the train began picking
up speed. As we moved off into the evening twilight, leaving the armed
guards behind, I tried to catch my breath.
        With my heart racing just a bit, I sat back in my over stuffed
seat, pondering what I had just witnessed. East German soldiers carrying
loaded weapons, glaring in the windows, as we moved passed. All the D D R
flags and banners lit by flood lights, I was impressed, nervous, but;
impressed.
        Deciding to go up to the dinning car and talk with Heinz, wondering
if he could shed some light on what I just experienced. I left resolved to
get some answers if I could.  Damn, Heinz was no where to be found. The
dinning car, except for a lone couple drinking wine at a table near the
front of the car, was deserted.
        Turning to leave, "Moment....Bitte" (moment, please) came from
behind me.  There stood Heinz, apron and hat gone, looking himself good
enough to eat.
        "I...mmm... I wondered if you were free to talk for a few
minutes. All those soldiers, the guns, doesn't it scare you a little?"
        With a slight chuckle, "You get used to it, the more trips you make
through the "Zone", Heinz stated with a broad grin. We sat alone at a table
at the opposite end of the car, from the other couple.
        Heinz told me that he had family living in the East Zone, and is
allowed to visit them once a year. He and his father live and work in the
west, in order to send money to his sister and mother; wages are five times
that of the east. "And......gay clubs are Verboten", (forbidden) Heinz
leaned in close, to whisper. "Unlike here in the west where clubs are
legal". "There are some, just a couple, in East Berlin, but are kept Very,
Very....secret", Heinz continued whispering.
        "My father and I live together in a two bedroom flat in Berlin, is
pretty expensive for us", Heinz scowled. "But, everything in Berlin is
expensive; to live there costs us much money" rubbing his thumb and fingers
together, to emphasize his point.
        "Does your dad work for the railroad as well?" I was curious to
know.
        "Ja....yes, he's a director for the Deutsches Bundtes Bahnn, in the
Berlin office, Heinz replied with obvious pride. "Oh Jim, Be ready....all
this with the East German guards, will happen again as we cross into West
Berlin", Heinz stated with mock sternness.
        "Well at least this time I'll know what to expect", I chuckled.
        "Would you like me to go and get us a couple of beers, looks like
maybe you could use one?" getting up and patting my shoulder, he asked.
        Gazing out the window I didn't notice Heinz's return, until I
caught his reflection in the glass. Setting down two bottles of Amstel
beer, he handed me a D B B monogrammed beer glass. "Ah, First class", I
kidded him.
        "Always" he smiled, taking his seat. The couple at the far end of
the car, having finished, made their way passed us into the next car. My
cute waiter jumped up, excusing himself, to clean up the table the couple
just left.
        Watching Heinz scurrying to set the table up I had to admit, he is
a hunky guy and quite good looking. Too bad he still had two more days to
work, damn! After finishing up, he disappeared through the kitchen
door. Moments later, touting a tray with open face sandwiches (all European
sandwiches are open face), and another couple of bottles of Amstel. Heinz
swaggered back to table, balancing the tray palm up and shoulder high,
showing off his skills as a waiter.
        "Beer and sandwiches, for two", Heinz announced, pleased with
himself.  "Well...., I didn't really make these..., they were left over
after closing the kitchen", he sheepishly added.
        The more I looked over this German with his short cropped blond
hair and green eyes, now without his apron and cap, his well built body was
obvious. His tightly packed bulge, made it obvious he's well hung. I was
going to make it a point to try and get to know this hunky guy better, a
lot...better. After all two days isn't all that long.
        Even the way Heinz nibbled his sandwich and sipped the beer, had a
sexiness about it. "Heinz, how long will you have off, be free, after you
finish this trip schedule?"  I asked.
        "Warum, Why.......liebling (why, my lovely)." his teasing question
with an impish grin, made me smile.
        "Well I, I was hoping maybe..... We could get together" I asked
feeling strange, as if asking for a first date.
        "I wondered, if you liked me", he answered squeezing my knee. "Very
much, would I like "Seeing" you", Heinz chuckled, waggling his eye
brows. "I will have four days free, then I work two days and have a whole
week free, that's all of my trips for this month" Heinz stated, before
asking, "How long are you staying in Berlin Jim?"
        "Well that might depend, on just how much....I enjoy Berlin", I
replied with a wink.
        "Then I'll just make sure you have a REALLY...good time", Heinz
added, his arm around my neck.
        "Heinz...." A voice called from the kitchen. Getting up, Heinz
motioned for me to stay, as he walked toward the galley.
        With a sip of beer, I finished my sandwich. A couple of swallows
and my beer too was empty. Returning the dead soldier to the table, I
glimpsed Heinz returning, looking none too happy. "Verdammt (damn it), Damn
it...I must go and close out the inventory, we are only a couple of hours
from Berlin", Heinz said somberly.
        "Jim when we arrive in Berlin, wait on the platform for me, I'll
guide you to the hotel I mentioned, it's near by". He whispered.
        While clearing the table, Heinz told me he has three hours, during
which the train is cleaned and restocked for the return to Amsterdam. He
must be back on board one hour before departure. With a hint of irony in
his voice he said, if he were the head of the dining car he would have to
stay on board the whole time, but; being a lowly waiter he had two hours
free.
        By the time I had returned to my seat, leaving Heinz to complete
his inventory, I felt exhausted and excited at the same time. Taking a deep
breath, I leaned back and closed my eyes.
        The slight jolt as we came to a stop brought me back to reality,
putting an end to my colorful dream of Heinz. Watching the beams of the
many flashlights outside the windows, the now familiar D D R banners and
flags told me where we were.
        The feeling of being watched made me turn to the window, only to
come face to face with a machine gun wielding East German
soldier. Swallowing the lump in my throat, shock apparent on my face, he
smiled, as he strolled off back into the darkness.  Only with the movement
of the train was I able to reclaim my composure.
        On this occasion passing through the high barbed gates, seemed
reassuring. With the realization it wasn't going to be necessary to change
my underwear, I chuckled inwardly as I poured the last of the wine into my
glass. Thank you Jorge, I thought taking a sip.
        Crossing into West Berlin, continuing at a moderately slow rate of
speed, we switched from track to track winding our way into the
terminal. After arriving, I gathered together my belongings. Deciding on
keeping the rest of my "Lunch" to snack on later in the hotel, I made my
way out and onto the platform.
        The high domed, and brightly lit, terminal gave a "grand open air"
impression.
        Glimpsing Heinz, waving from the open doorway of the kitchen car, I
raised my hand in acknowledgement. Sooner than I had expected the concourse
was deserted, except for wagons loaded with supplies lined up by the
kitchen car's door.
        Attempting to light a cigarette, I dropped my lighter when a hand
on my shoulder caught me off guard. Laughing Heinz stooped, retrieving my
lighter, "Come, my nervous friend". Flipping the unlit cigarette at Heinz,
I too chuckled. Helping me with my luggage, Heinz led the way through
station.
        "Would you like a taxi, or we can walk, the hotel is just two
blocks from here?"  Heinz questioned me.
         "Two blocks....hummm....lets walk, I responded. Hefting my
suitcase, I followed Heinz up the street. Rounding the last corner, we
ended in front of a nice, but; modest looking hotel.
        Once inside it became obvious, this indeed was a "Gay" hotel, the
clerk seemed a real Queen, friendly, helpful, even amusing, but; a
Queen. Heinz spoke to the clerk, in German, inquiring about a room for at
least three days. Understanding some, but; not all of the conversation, I
managed to glean... "My American friend, ????.......room...????  Three
days....????...HANDS OFF...?" on hearing the "Hands Off" I grinned and
chuckled out loud.
        On hearing me laugh, they both turned, realizing I understood, and
laughed as well. "I take good care of him", the clerk added, in fairly good
English. Key in hand we stepped into the small elevator. Before the doors
closed, "Fruhstuck (breakfast)...morgen (morning), six bis (until)
nine....." the clerk's voice trailed after us.
        During the trip to the second floor, quick as it was, Heinz
reminded me, "In the morning, breakfast is between six and nine, it's
included with the room". Stepping from the lift, my room # 16 was directly
in front of us.
        "If we hurry I'll have time to show you where the club is, the one
I told you about. Then I must return to my work". Heinz added, as I opened
the door. The room was nicely furnished, and clean.
        We sat and talked for awhile. Still having a little left in the
bottle of Scotch, we had a quick drink, before it was time to leave.
        Back downstairs, we made our way past the desk, toward the door.
        "Aufwiedersehen (until we see each other again,** incorrectly
spoken by most foreigners, as meaning "Good-bye")" the clerk added with a
wave.
        Heinz was correct about the clubs proximity to the hotel. Turned
out it was only up the street and around the corner. Music could be heard
even before we reached the door. Standing by the door, three guys came up
the street and after saying, "Guten Abend" (good evening), ducked inside.
        "Well, I'll leave you here,...if...you like" Heinz's voice sadly
trailed off. Looking at my watch I noted it was a quarter to ten, leaving
Heinz only fifteen minutes before he needed to be back.
        "Let me walk back with you, Maybe... we can grab a quick cup of
coffee before you need to be on board?", I volunteered, putting my arm
around his waist.
        "Oh Yes,...yes please", Heinz replied, almost giddy. After giving
me a peck on the cheek, with his arm around my waist, we turned toward the
station.
        The open displays of affection here in Europe, while still
bothering me some what, I found refreshing. The fact even straight men
would be arm in arm, not to mention the women holding hands. Shows that
over here, people were comfortable with their own sexuality. And being
"Gay" is not looked down upon, as it is in the US.
        Carrying our coffees, we made our way back over to track # 22. The
kitchen car's door now closed, the once loaded trolley wagons were gone. It
did appear some of the cleaning crew were still on board though.
        Having offered Heinz a cigarette, we smoked in silence. Neither of
us wanting to break the spell, sipped our coffee quietly, knowing our time
together was drawing to a close. "Will you be here, when I return?" Heinz
asked. The pleading in his eyes, would only allow me to answer,
        "Yes Heinz, I'll be waiting,....And you can be planning what we'll
be doing with your four days off."
        "I already have..." Heinz said with a devilish grin. On this
happier note, Heinz gave me yet another peck on the cheek, before heading
for the open door. Turning in the doorway, Heinz waved, saying
"Aufwiedersehaen, Jim".
        Having just met Heinz a short while ago, I was a little confused as
to why I felt so sad at this departure. I remained on the platform long
enough to smoke another cigarette, before making my way back to the hotel.
        Just outside the hotel door, still unable to shake off the
gloominess I felt. I changed direction, walking up the street toward the
club instead.
        A couple of drinks later, along with the up beat music. My dark
mood began to dissipate.
        In spite of this being only Wednesday night, the club seemed rather
crowded. At the bar, to my left, I over heard English being
spoken. Glancing up I caught sight of two guys in the mirror, about four
stools down, they looked to be in their mid twenties.
        Picking up my drink, and some courage, I wandered over to the
guys. "Hello guys...couldn't help but notice you speak English. Private
conversation, or may I join you"?
        Turning both guys smiled, "Hi mate, no problem, pull up a stool."
The redhead spoke up. Scooting apart a little they made room.
        "My name's Jim, and thank you.
        "Kind of difficult...ain't it, when you don't speak German", chimed
in the dark haired guy.
         "I've been here just over three weeks, and I am picking it up
little by little. I did take a course in school too, which helps", I
offered.
        Holding up my glass to get the bartenders attention, I asked if I
could buy them a drink. "You bet mate, thanks", the redhead grinned. When
the bartender came over, the dark haired guy ordered two scotch and waters;
I piped up, ordering another bourbon and seven-up.
        "You guys from England, you seem to have an English accent" I
inquired.
        "Ah... nah mate, we're from down-under, Australia, Sydney to be
exact", proudly stated the redhead. "The name's Mathew but they call me
Mattie, and this here is Stan", the redhead added, tipping his glass toward
the dark haired guy next to him.
        "You guys here on vacation?" I asked Stan.
        "Yeah, the end of it really, we fly out tomorrow." Mattie answered
instead.
        "How about you, here on vacation?" Stan managed to ask.
        "Yes, planning on at least three months, I hope" answering with
some optimism.  "You guys together or just friends?" I inquired.
        "We're together, ....six years, this month,... that's the reason
for the trip" Mattie said, giving Stan a squeeze. The arrival of our drinks
landed us a bowl of popcorn and fresh napkins for the glasses.
        During the course of the evening I learned their trip had included
stays in London, Paris, Amsterdam, Rome and Berlin. Now after five and a
half weeks, their second "Honeymoon" was coming to an end. This last stop
over of the trip was to visit the "Wall". To afraid one or both might be
detained, because; they were gay, they decided crossing into East Berlin
was too risky.
        Checking the time, my loneliness returned, Realizing Heinz's train
would be pulling out in fifteen minutes.
        Suddenly I knew what I had to try and do, I must try and get back
to the terminal and see him, or at least his train's departure.
        "Are you guys going to be here for awhile, at least twenty
minutes", I hurriedly questioned Stan and Mattie?
        "Definitely mate, we just arrived minutes before meeting
you...why?" Mattie questioned.
        "Something I need to do, and I'll be gone about fifteen or twenty
minutes, that ok?"
        "Sure...mate, Stan said puzzled.
        "Ok thanks, I'll be right back", that being said, I was off my
barstool and making my way to the door.
        Once outside, I broke into a dead run. There's time, there has to
be time, I kept repeating to my self as I ran.
        Track # 22, the shiny sleek T E E is there. Thank you, thank you, I
repeated to myself as I made my way toward the dining car.
        Only a couple stragglers were still boarding further down the
track. Reaching the dining car, I walked along side looking in the large
windows. Heinz, Heinz......no Heinz, the car is empty.
        He must be in the kitchen, oh...damn, he'll never know I was
here. Then, coming into the car, carrying a tray filled with silver vases,
flowers in each, was... Heinz.
        With a sigh of relief, I moved to the closest window. Placing a
vase of flowers on each table, Heinz worked with his back to me. Turning to
place a vase on the table directly in front of me, he froze, slowly....the
biggest grin I'd ever seen, appeared on Heinz's face.
        As if to deliberately cut our reunion short, the T E E began to
move. Putting his palm to the window, I matched his with mine. As my hand
slid from the moving window, I was almost certain I could see a single tear
on his cheek. Hoping he was able to see, I continued waving. Moving away
from the vacant concourse, I lit a cigarette.
        Stopping on occasion to window gaze, I felt less melancholy than I
had as I rejoined Stan and Mattie. "Sorry guys if I was gone too long", I
apologized. "I had to see a friend off, he works for the railroad in the
dining car", I added, taking a swallow from my glass.
        "A friend, just a friend?" Stan asked with a sly smile.
        "Well.....I just met him, only a few hours ago, but; I really do
like him".
        "Good for you mate", Mattie said, with a pat on my shoulder.
        I bought another round of drinks, talked with Mattie and Stan for
maybe an hour, before bidding them a safe trip home and calling it a night.
        On the walk back to the hotel I thought of Heinz, wondering what he
might be doing. Thinking maybe the next couple of days were not going to be
all that easy after all.
        Up in my room I hung up my clothes, jumped into bed, and fell
asleep as my head hit the pillow.
        Having forgotten to close the drapes before going to bed, the
morning sun came streaming in to dance in my eyes. "BING, DING,
DONG"-"BING, DING, DONG", the tones approached, then faded down the
hallway. My watch read seven am, must be the breakfast chimes, huh....just
like on a train, I chuckled, thinking of Heinz.
        Waiting for my hair to dry, after shaving and showering, I unpacked
some of the clothes that needed to be hung in the closet. Dressed, I left
my room looking for breakfast.
        As the elevator door opened, I noticed there was a different guy
behind the desk.  Approaching the clerk, he looked up and smiling said,
"Gutten morgen Herr Cook (good morning mr. cook)". I wondered how he knew
who I was, but; only asked about breakfast. After learning it was up on the
first floor, I thanked the clerk, heading back to the lift.
        Having never been on the first floor, it took a little looking
before I found the breakfast room. Entering the room, I noticed how
cheerful the decor seemed. Soft green table cloths matched the
curtains. Flowers of various colors, in crystal vases, were on each
table. Of the seven or so tables, two were occupied.
        Selecting a table in the corner enabled me to view my fellow
patrons unobserved.  No sooner was I seated, than in the door came the
clerk from last night. Going over to the other tables, he stopped briefly
by each; he then made his way to mine.
        "Ah, Herr Cook, gutten morgen(good morning)" he said, almost
fluttering about as he spoke. Yes, my impression of last night was right
'Queen' or at least a princess.
        Quickly, before he had a chance to read my thoughts, I ask about
breakfast. "Ah yes, Herr Cook, we have sausage, eggs, toast and coffee, or
if you like better, orange juice" he proudly stated.
        "Yes, that looks and smells great" I said, gesturing toward one of
the occupied tables, "And coffee please, Bitte(please)" I added for his
benefit. Moments later he placed a cup coffee down in front of me. The
coffee not only smelled good but; tasted great.
        Manfried (man-freed) or Manny as he asked to be called, returned
shortly with my sausage and eggs. Finishing off with another cup of coffee
and a cigarette, I felt very satisfied. "Hat es gut geschmeckt...Did it
taste good?" Manny asked.
        "Yes, it was very good, thank you". "Danke"...es hat gut
geschmeckt" showing Manny I could speak, at least a little German. Manny
seemed flattered that I spoke German to him, giving me a grin and a pat on
the shoulder before leaving.
        Letting my breakfast settle, I lingered over my coffee while
smoking another cigarette. Lost in thought, trying to formulate an
itinerary for the day, I suddenly became aware of the fact I was the only
one left in the room. Picking up my cigarettes and lighter I decided to go
for a stroll.
        Outside the morning air was warm, with a gentle breeze. Even though
it's was still early, the stores appeared to be doing a brisk
business. People moved about everywhere. Having taken a bearing on my
location I ventured out and down the street.
        Passing the club, which looked so different in the daylight, I
continued my constitutional. Having the time, I wandered over a large part
of the city, making note of the main streets.
        By sheer luck, I ended up in front of the American Express
building. This being a good chance to check and see if I had any mail, and
to cash in some of my traveler's checks, I went inside. Banking took place
on the main floor, but; the mail room was up a flight stairs. Disappointed
I had no mail, I returned downstairs.
        The average American thinks of American Express only terms of
"Travelers checks", and in the states that's mostly true. In Europe though,
American Express is a large banking concern, with branches in most
cities. And as a convenience to travelers most branches have a "Mail" room,
where tourists can have their mail sent to them as they travel abroad.
        Standing in line for a teller, I decided to cash in two hundred
dollars. The exchange rate being 3.99.9 DM (Deutsche Mark) for one
dollar. A lot of places, shops, stores and restaurants give a four to one
exchange rate, keeping it simple to figure out.  Leaving with just a couple
pennies short of eight hundred marks, I thought this should be enough to
last me awhile.
        As it was now after one, I began thinking about lunch. Smelling
something good coming from up the street, I followed my nose. MMmmm..... I
found myself in front of a small food shop. Very narrow, with a service
window on the street, and a very limited four table sit down area inside.
        Going inside, the smells made my mouth water. I ordered a
"Bratwurst" (grilled sausage) and "Pommes frites" (French fries) and a
glass of good German beer. I took my time enjoying every bite; even
ordering a second Bratwurst. Personally, I think I could live off Bratwurst
and German beer. My whole lunch costing fewer than three dollars, had left
me feeling really satisfied..... Very full, but; satisfied.
        With a small burp, under my breath, I left and resumed my tour of
the city on foot. Kufurstendam strasse (referred to by locals as Ku-dam, I
later found out) with its Kaiser-Wilhelm-Kirche (Wilhelm Memorial Church),
a bombed out church and a new very modern one, were filled with tourists. I
took a few pictures, before going to look for a place to acquire a map.
        I stopped in a small shop and bought myself a city map. Lucky for
me, the map also had an over lay of the Berlin Ubahn (subway system).
        It took a bit of doing, but; I managed to get back to my hotel,
none the worst for wear. Not realizing just how bushed I was, until; back
in my room I lay down and closed my eyes.
        Waking up in a darkened room I looked at my watch, eight thirty,
damn, I must have really fallen asleep. Heading for the bathroom to shave
and shower again, I decided to soak in a hot tub first. Feeling refreshed,
I finished dressing, ready for a night on the town.
        Downstairs in the lobby Manny introduced me to the other desk
clerk, his other half, Helmut. Seems they own the hotel together, sharing
in all the ups and downs. They hire the cleaning done, but; Manny does the
cooking and makes breakfast for the guests in the mornings. They have been
together over fifteen years. Wishfully thinking, I hope that I'm that
fortunate.
        Manny asking where the "Gay Bar" guide was, forced Helmut to do a
bit of searching under the desk. Finding the small book he handed it to
Manny, who copied down a short list of addresses. Sliding the list across
the counter to me, Manny told me, that though the club around the corner
was a fun club, there are some that are better. He added, that the last two
names on the list were a couple of very good bathhouses. They highly
recommended and suggested I try them, if I was into that.
        Not wanting to get off by myself and get lost, at night, just yet,
I thought I would walk back up to the club around the corner. Thanking them
both, I slipped the list in my pocket and made my way out the door.
        Being a Thursday evening, I worried the place would be too
packed. Fortunately, being early I found a comfortable spot at the end of
the bar. Where I had a pretty good view of the room and of the people
coming in the front door. Glancing at the two empty stools, occupied last
night by Stan and Mattie, I wondered how they were fairing.
        After my great lunch this afternoon, and remembering the really
good German beer, I ordered myself a beer. And with the first sip, I was
happy with my choice. You can't beat the taste of German beer. An alcohol
content of eight to thirteen percent, varying with the beer, can make a
person tipsy very easily.
        By my second beer, the club was beginning to fill. The bartender
remembering me from last night struck up a conversation with me. And would
return between customers, when he could.
        Having laid the list on the bar, I asked the bartender his opinion
of the places on the list, including the two bathhouses. He informed me
that are three, not two bathhouses.  With a sheepish grin, admitting
quietly there are a couple of dance clubs that he likes better. "Shhh, just
between us", he chided.
        Slipping the piece of paper back into my pocket, deciding I'd hang
on to it, maybe Heinz and I would check them out. Guys were everywhere,
even the dance floor left little room to maneuver.
        From my vantage point I had an unobstructed view of the many
handsome guys as they paraded by. Being partial to the German look, light
brown or blond with blue or green eyes. I was like a kid in a candy store.
        The strangest feeling that I might be cheating on Heinz, came over
me almost every time I spotted a cute guy that I thought I would like to
get to know. All theses strange feelings, even though Heinz and I have
never even kissed. Except for the two pecks on the cheek he gave me. So how
in the world could I be cheating?
        I was becoming very confused about all these different
feelings. Being eighteen has its advantages, but; also comes with all the
emotional immaturity, that only time and life's lessons will teach you. I
had to admit though, I was infatuated. Only a day and a half to wait, I
hoped.
        "You look a little down, have this on me", smiling the bartender
set a shot glass down.
        "What is it?" I asked, taking a sniff.
        "Jagermeister, will put hair on your chest", he smiled. Pulling my
partially unbuttoned shirt a side a bit more, revealing my already hairy
chest, we both laughed.
        Sipping slowly, I really enjoyed what I tasted. The bartender's
friendly gesture took my mind off Heinz, and lifted my spirits. I even
accepted a few offers to dance. As the evening progressed, I enjoyed the
dancing and even a few of the conversations I had with some of guys.
Feeling a bit uplifted, I remained at the club until two am.
        Walking through the lobby, I said good night to Manny, as I headed
up to my room. Not forgetting to close my drapes this time, I hung my
clothes and slipped into bed.
        With the room darkened, I slept in later than yesterday. Waking to
the now familiar, "Bing, Ding, Dong" I checked the time, damn a quarter to
nine, must be the last call for breakfast.
        I swung into high gear and in less than ten minutes, I was out the
door and heading to the first floor's breakfast room.
        Ah...Ha, Herr Cook, just in the last minute, Manny scolded, shaking
his finger at me. But soon all was forgiven, as Manny fluttered about me,
just like a mother hen looking after her brood.
        Breakfast over and on my second cup of coffee, Manny joined me at
the table.  Offering Manny a cigarette, he asked if I had tried one of the
other clubs. "Not yet, I'm waiting for my friend Heinz to return from his
trip.
        "Oh, he's returning soon, the young man with you when you checked
in ...yes?"  Manny asked puzzled.
        "Yes, he works on the T E E, he'll be back tomorrow night. Then
he's off for four days".
        "I see, he is very handsome, lucky you" Manny sighed.
        "He lives here in Berlin; I'm waiting for him to get back,
sometimes it's been a bit hard".
        "Gut, good, as it should be, you and the young man" Manny said,
getting up and picking up my dishes. As he left for the kitchen, I headed
back to my room to bathe, not having had time earlier.
        Friday, tomorrow's Saturday, and tomorrow evening Heinz will be
back. I soaked in the warm water smiling. Daydreaming, I was lost in my own
thoughts, snapping out of them only because the water began to
cool. Scrambling out of the cold water, I dried myself and jumped back into
bed to warm up. Curled up and cozy, before I knew it, I drifted off.
        It was one thirty when I awakened. With the day half shot, I still
could make it to the American Express office though if I hurried. I knew I
should have mail by now.  Between the Tram and Ubahn I got within a block.
        Going upstairs, I had not one, but; two letters waiting for me. One
from a close friend of mine Bennie, the other from my folks. Opening the
one from my folk's first, I was pleasantly surprised to find a check
inside. The short note said they thought I could use this, and explained
they would be leaving for a medical convention in Palm Springs.  And would
be gone for ten days, and warned me not to call, as they would not be
there.  Downstairs I cashed it, putting it into traveler's checks.
        On the streetcar ride back, I read Bennie's letter. He wished he
were in Europe with me, he was however; expecting to come over the last
part of July, and could I meet him? As this was only the last week in May,
I had plenty of time to decide where we could meet.
        Arriving back at the hotel, I noticed Helmut behind the desk. "Know
a good place for dinner, not too expensive?" I asked, smiling at Helmut.
        "Hmmm, Let me think about it, maybe Manny knows of a good place. He
is the food expert in the family".
        "Ok, I'll be in my room, thank you Helmut", I waved, as I stepped
into the elevator.
        No sooner in my room, than the phone rang. "Yes, hello" I said,
picking up the receiver.
        "Herr Cook, this is Manny"
        "Hello Manny"
        "I have some names of restaurants, that I think are good places,
and not expensive" Manny spoke on the other end.
        "Ok I'll be down in awhile and pick it up, thank you"
        "I leave it here with Helmut, Ok... Goodbye" he said, as I hung up
the receiver.
        I stretched out on the bed, and reread my letters.
        Taking my traveler checks and passport I locked them in my smaller
briefcase/suitcase. Slipped on my 501's and a light blue-grey shirt, always
leaving the top five buttons undone. Combed my hair, made a quick check in
the mirror, figured I was passable and headed downstairs.
        Finding both Helmut and Manny behind the desk, "Hi, guys...." I
smiled walking toward the counter. Taking the list from Helmut, Manny held
it out to me.
        "If you are going to the club up around the corner, the top one is
just about three doors up passed the club, The HoffBrau Haus" Manny smiled.
        "Thank you guys", I nodded. "Sounds good to me, and yes, I am going
to the club later". "What's good on the menu, anything special?"
        "I like the Jagerschnitzel, so does Helmut. But sometimes he orders
the Bavarian Sauerbraten" Manny offered.
        "And a tall glass of beer" Helmut added.
        "Oh Ja, a tall glass of beer" I winked. "Am I dressed alright, for
the restaurant?"  holding my arms out in a questioning manner.
        "Oh... Ja, You look good, ...enough to eat" Manny sighed. Helmut
gave Manny a quick elbow jab. I smiled and they laughed.
        Walking out the door I could hear Helmut giving Manny an ear full,
as it was in German I wasn't able to catch most of it.
        The Jagerschnitzel tasted fantastic, so were the red cabbage and
sort of warm potato salad. Even with the two glasses of beer, the price of
the meal I thought was very reasonable.
        The restaurant it self was very nicely furnished, like an alpine
chalet. The richly carved wooden booths, dimmed lighting and candles on the
tables, gave off a warm glow.  I'm thinking, I'll bring Heinz here... with
its romantic ambiance, bet he'll love it.
        Time in the club went by slowly, even though the place was pretty
full of handsome guys. I danced with a few of those that asked, but; my
heart didn't seem to be in it. The conversation with the bartender, even
dragged on pointlessly. Although it was still early, I trudged on back to
the hotel, and went to bed.
        Today (Saturday)...Well tonight, really, Heinz returns. What the
hell is going on with me? Why does he seem to mean Sooo...much to me? Damn,
damn, am I getting hooked on him? And we have never even had sex, Yet
anyway.
        It's only ten am, and I'm already nervous, like he'll be here any
minute. How am I going to kill a whole day? I know, I'll go out and tour
the city a bit more. Maybe I'll go to that big department store I went by
the other day, Ka De We; Manny said it is the biggest department store in
Europe. With my trusty city map in hand, I headed out.
        I spotted the large sign two blocks away, Ka-De-We
(ca-dee-vee). Manny must be right, the store is huge. There are so many
floors complete with different restaurants, food of all types.
        The deli section, with cheeses and sliced meats of all kinds, took
up the best part of a whole floor. Clothes, shoes, kitchen ware, furniture
and electronics, I'm sure if you could think of it, this store would have
it. I had been wandering about for almost three hours, before I realized
it.
        I managed though to purchase a pair of German slacks for young men,
shoes to match, plus a short sleeve European style shirt. Hopefully I might
not look like a tourist, in my new German duds. As I already had the blond
hair, well dishwater blond and blue eyes.
        Returning to the hotel with my newly acquired treasures, I couldn't
wait to model them for Helmut and Manny. Stepping from the elevator, only
Helmut could see me as Manny was facing the window.
        Without saying a word, Helmut nudged Manny gently with his elbow,
causing him to turn and look up. "Mein Gott" whispered Manny, "Sie schauen
wirklich gut an(you really look good), I mean you really looking good" he
added.
        "Now if you don't speak, everyone will think you're German" Helmut
chimed in, chuckling.
        "Really", I grinned.
        "Very much so", Manny nodded.
        "Great.... I'll wear this when I meet Heinz tonight, Oh Damn, maybe
he won't recognize me" we all laughed.
        All through dinner I kept checking my watch, still four hours to
go, would ten thirty never arrive. Thinking to kill time, I stopped by the
'Club'. Noticing my clock watching, the bartender came over and asked if
something was wrong? "No, No, just waiting until my friend's train arrives,
he works on the T E E, and he's due back tonight at ten thirty" I replied.
        "By any chance do you mean Heinz Schieffer, he's the only one I
know that works on the T E E, well and that comes in here anyway?"
        "Yes, he's due in later, I can hardly wait to see him again" I
added, showing my impatience. I regaled Luke, the bartender, whose name I
found out last night. With my tale of meeting Heinz aboard the T E E, on my
way here to Berlin. And how after being together only a couple of hours, he
had to leave, to work the rest of the trip. And now, I anxiously awaited
his return.
        At last... ten after ten, time to make my way to the station. Would
he be there, is his train on time, all this and more raced through my head
as I made my way? Ten twenty-five..... the arrival board still lists the
track as # 22. Having time to linger at the board, I noticed the odd times
for arrivals as well as departures, such as 10:32pm, in Heinz's case. Why
not make it 10:30pm keeping the times even? Even some of the departures,
like 10:48 for the train from Paris. Why not 10:45 or 10:50 pm, but; I have
noticed that what ever the time, their trains leave and arrive on the dot,
with very, very few exceptions. Leave it to the Germans to make it work.
        As if to confirm my conclusions, the T E E came gliding in at
exactly 10:32, almost noiselessly.





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