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As much as you consider yourself an amazing human being, that time you made fun of coat-hanger abortions on Twitter may not be well perceived by everybody. Federico is an Italian in Berlin. He blogs , tweets , infiltrates the German language , and is currently employed at a cool internet company based in Berlin with a million open positions.
If you liked this, read the rest of the series here. And check out our observations on the Berlin startup scene , and get more practical advice about landing a startup job with more GIFs! My first trip to a sex club was about five years ago. I had come to spend yet another weekend visiting a dear high school friend living in Berlin and, on a whim, we decided to go to KitKat. The bouncers let us in after first telling us to remove some of our clothes, and my friend happily obliged, keeping nothing but her panties on.
