

Berlin, Germany
I found it in Berlin.
It was on the ground, unassuming, strewn amongst the cobblestones at 4am. I found it. It was there, amongst the new faces, new friends and new languages; strewn in a flurry of national comparisons and commonwealth camaraderie.
It was literal. It was written on the ground. Ok, enough of the existential. But "it" was actually there. It seemed fitting to find the word "it" carved into the cobblestones of backstreet Be...