A funny thing happened on the way to the Bahnhof

I was just telling a friend about my day, and I said, "Today I went to a concentration camp and then I got lost and found a castle."

He said, "That sounds like an indie film."

Life is so much more entertaining if you pretend you're in an indie film. You wander the streets of a slightly creepy German town, fail to turn left towards the train station, and pass a building with the window moulding painted on. Then you go over a bridge and find an unexpected castle (Schloss Oranienburg).

In a proper indie film, when we got "kontrolle'd" on the train (checked for valid train tickets) I'd have had a ticket for the wrong zone and would have had to have a slightly surreal interaction in German with the Kontrolle lady (actually that happened to the English man sitting behind us and the lady spoke English perfectly well).

Berlin's the perfect city for an indie film. Actually, People on Sunday is the Berlin indie film for 1930.