I last travelled to Berlin a decade ago, and remember it being achingly stylish, vast, and utterly impenetrable. I braved my across-town Underground journey with all the can-do chutzpah of a Londoner. Eager to be there early, after having been told that German auditions can be cattle-calls, I find myself alone for an hour in the warehouse space where the audition is being held, sitting and listening for signs of life in the stairwell. I am first in, all goes well, and I am signed on the spot, leaving hours to wander through Berlin in the October sunlight. I reach the Berliner Dom before I finally give in to my audition-heel-shod complaining feet and catch the ICE back to Kassel.
|The Berliner Dom in the October sun