A club's closing party. A 'cool- NY-80's-Hip-hop styled' doorguy, wearing sunglasses at night. A secret room with plenty of coke. Exclusivity is their slogan. Music not in all rooms. Weak sound system. 2 dj's- is their strong point. Old, vintage house- in the midst of gritty east berlin- takes too long to get to- and only can arrive by tram. Stuffed trams. Filled with colored mohawks and beer, dogs, and the oder of stale cigarettes on the jacket standing next to you. -being on the guestlist made it a bit easier to swallow. Its not so bad its closing.