Sunday, February 17, 2008

Keyser Soze

We toured 2 bunkers under Berlin last weekend. The first was a WWII and cold war bunker that offered little chance of survival from any kind of blast and only had 48 hours of fresh air at best. Felipe and I got picked to try to quickly (in the dark) get its ventilation system running by hand crank in the event of a (very likely) power outage. There were no instructions as the bunker was supposed to function just like society - there would be engineers who could do mechanical things, retired military or police to help maintain order, doctors, psychologists, toy salesmen, etc, etc. Who needs instructions when there's people screaming and only 2 minutes of air left anyway? The simulation was scary enough, I can't imagine being trapped down there, waiting to die. ...Good times.

The other one was nuclear bunker, accessed via the subway to protect around 3000 people for 14 days, during the the cold war. The thought was that WWIII would be a short, nuclear war. While more modern, this still would be a frightening place to be trapped and even if it did offer survival during a nuclear war, I don't think there would be much to look forward to above ground 14 days later.

Friday night, a bunch of us went to a bar called Keyser Soze. That's gotta be one of the best bar names ever. If you don't know why, I'm not going to be the one to explain it to you, and you're already on the internet, so look it up. The bar itself was good, but a slight let down (only because the name sets such high expectations). Felipe, for instance, was upset that Kevin Spacey wasn't there. But there were some interesting people (some of questionable gender) and we had a waitress who was like something out of Seinfeld - she looked my age from one angle, and like a grandmother from another angle. We all pretended not to notice for a while, but when someone finally brought it up, Simon summed it up well when he said, "Yeah, she's a bit 60 and 30." We have 4 big exams this week, so don't worry if I don't blog at all, Mom...I'm still alive.

p.s. check out John's cool Pope shirt.

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