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320 pages, Paperback
First published June 4, 2019
“Berlin has changed.” “Amen,” said Louis. Everyone shook their heads in reverence. “Where’s the next place, though?” said Sascha. “I heard Dublin,” said Sara. “Or Vilnius?” “No way,” said Louis. He put his arm around Anja and kissed her cheek. “This is the end of the line. Nowhere to go from here.”

I can’t believe you’re so chill about this.” “Everyone is chill about all this.” Laura shrugged. “The entire last decade in Berlin has been everyone sitting around and asking each other, how can you be so chill about all this? and then going on being chill. Everyone is chill because everyone else is chill, and it never ends.” “But that’s the point of Berlin. It’s the only chill place left.”
"It's a waste of time," said Laura of partying. "You have better things to do."
I do? Anja thought. Am I 'above' partying? Am I fulfilled by my work? Do I hold a vestige of the belief in the goodness of work?
People who spent all their time out there - people like Prinz - could no longer even draw a distinction between productive and unproductive time. The act of partying had become an act of production: they were producing relations - relations as objects. And objects as opportunities. Content was subordinate.