Another thing I have to do when in Berlin: embrace my German heritage and eat sausages. Good, german and greasy sausages!
This picture below is taken at a small s-train station on a regular monday afternoon at 5: so no alcohol, lack of other alternatives or an immense amount of tourists can excuse so many sausage buyers!
Lets face it, there is an unusual large demand for sausages in Germany.
This actually reminds me that my mother told me about her walk on the frozen Schlei (Schleswig Holstein) and on this tiny island in the middle of the ice was guess what – a sausage seller.
Oh yes, and lastly: the best hotdogs in Denmark are to be found at Annies Pølsebod next to the German border (of course they use German sausages..)