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Last night I found my self hanging out of the window of a car holding an italian flag. Italy was not really amongst my top 5 teams to win the football world cup.

A friend of mine is Italian and we thought we should celebrate with him. I have difficulties imagining myself with a German flag, had Germany won. First we almost had to look for other Italians, waving flags. Blowing the horn is not half the fun when you’re the only one. After having found fellow Italy supporters at Potsdamer Platz and in front of a pizza place in Friedrichstraße we headed back to Prenzlauer Berg.

When we got to stop at the intersection at Rosenthaler Platz, a girl, obviously very drunk, stormed over to our car and jumped on the hood, dancing, singing, shouting, trying to kiss everyone. Her voice sounded like cigarets and hard liquor. Her accent was strong but not italian.

After she had gotten off and we had put some distance between her and us, one of my friends (the quickest to hide when she appeared) said: “You know who that was? The ex-girlfriend of Marshmellow. Russian and completely crazy”

I would have expected no less of Marshmallow’s ex-girfriend.

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