ESCAPE FROM BARLIN

Jack is back!

Great beer. And cheap too! The food ain't the worst, and the currywurst ain't bad either. Hey, I gotta admit, I'll try just about anything once.

Does that sound like a trip in vain? It wasn't completely fruitless, even if I did stuff myself with pork. What does that mean? Diddly-squat and hogwash. I waited hours in a biergarten, in the Tiergarter, for an informant that never showed. Two kilos of fleish later, and after having pissed a river whose acid content would have neutralized a battalion of ducks, I opted to jump into a cycle cab at Siegessaule and get the hell outta there! Yeah, these wacko looking thugs with mohawks showed up and headed in my direction, after getting another look at some photo. Maybe they just wanted an autogragh? Like I was gonna stick around to find out!

I fear a chance like this might not come about in a long time. I feel like I have let you and D down. May the tarot cards be more in my favor next time.

You think that's bad? The outcome could have been much worse. That is something my informant has just let me in on. Having gone to the wrong biergarten in that huge park saved my life! All kinds of questions as to what went wrong, and what in the heavens I'm talking about must be going through that bright brain of yours. In this very special situation and for more secret reasons, I have no choice but to let you assume —although you usually never should— what really happened, in its most gruesome details.

Well, gotta keep on living!

Jack Stack.