
Wer die Bohne in dem buttrigen Gebäck findet, wird zum König für einen Tag gekrönt und darf die beigelegte Krone tragen. Natürlich befand sich die Bohne im allerletzten Kuchenstück und genaugenommen war sie nicht mal eine Bohne, sondern eine Kunststoffkuh (???). So begegnete mir der erste der Heiligen Drei.
On Epiphany, January 6th, my friend S. welcomed us to Berlin with a French king cake. He carried it in a huge "Galeries Lafayette" bag.
The person who finds a bean in their slice becomes king for a day and gets to wear the paper crown which is included with the cake. Of course, the bean hid in the very last slice and it wasn't even a bean but a plastic cow figurine (???). This is how I met the first of the three kings.


Berlin was cold and full of snow, abandoned Christmas trees and the sad remains of New Year's Eve. When a New Year's depression was close on my heels, stars came from the sky and sat on my coat.







The second king I met on my Epiphany was the king of the wild things.


Many other crowned heads greeted me kindly on my visit of Berlin's Gemäldegalerie. Unfortunately, I took only one photo and there is no king on it.

Thank you Berlin for your majesties, for the roller coaster ride and especially for the unbelivably great Vietnamese Phở soup.




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