Hercules, not Pegasus

the other when I was riding my bike around Neukölln in search for a new apartment, I was so scared that my bike would finally break down. Damn you, ebay! So I stopped at one of those all so berlinese famous junk shops, usually run by fellow citizens with a migrant background. There were two beautiful old bikes outside, and after some barganinig, one of them was mine.

Now, after cleaning it, I really feel I was out of my mind yesterday.