Dave & Kate were to pick up the keys for the apartment, near Straße der Pariser Kommune and just behind Karl-Marx Allee, from a local restaurant. Finally they had made it properly into east Berlin. When Kate realised she had left her passport with the guy at the restaurant, they returned to the guy who with a wry smile on his face said "vie have no passports here!" before handing it over.
It was nice to have 2 weeks of stability and yet they also knew they were never really stable. On entering the apartment and exploring the terrain like animals they knew they were in the right place when Dave opened the cabinet to find this...
Wölfgang was the owner of the apartment but he was away in Munich. Paintings with his surname hung on the wall. Was this guy an artist or someone in the family one? Whatever the case, something strange began happening as they sat on the couch.
Dave found himself speaking intensely about music again. They had hardly spoke of music since arriving in Barcelona - survival being the main priority - but now each time they sat down for a bit on the blue couch, the musical vision started to express. Kate now also discovered a new conviction in the music, surer than ever she had to play her part in bringing this out.
Their second night in the apartment, December 8th 2010, marked the date John Lennon was murdered 30 years earlier. German TV showed a few Lennon programmes and concerts that night as Dave & Kate watched from the blue couch.
Never had they felt more strongly than the time was coming, the pieces of the puzzle were starting to become clearer. The seed of Music was beginning to stir within the soil of Europe.
