Berlin

The weekend turns into a small festival, where music flows along with shots of cheap schnapps and the feeling that the night will never end. It's easy to lose track of time in such rhythms: whether it's the club, the street, or the whole city swaying along with the crowd.

Amsterdam suddenly becomes Berlin, Berlin becomes any place where the lights flash faster than your heart can beat. Space shrinks to the dance floor, and in the morning, your memories will still be like blurry postcards from someone else's vacation.

And there is a certain charm in this: let tomorrow bring the routine again, today you can shamelessly celebrate freedom - on dopamine, on melodies, and on the reckless belief that the night was made only for dancing.