Alexander Drink

My story about the name Alexander is about an Ex boyfriend I had when I lived the first time in Berlin in 2002. Alexander lives in Kreuzberg and is a photographer who currently works in set design. The one excellent image he took was of me assisting him in a hotel near Kurfürstendamm. He is the type of man who enjoys drinking beer in pubs, so I had to continually seek for him. Alexander's younger sister disliked me due to my overly flirtatious behavior. I recall going to lovely baroque picture frame stores in Berlin with Alexander and discovering my enthusiasm for it.
There is a very silent leaving break-up narrative about me and Alexander that has to do with the location, Train Station Friedrichstraße, where the deported children memorial is located. I didn't inform Alexander that I was breaking up with him and instead planned to leave Berlin without notifying him. It happened after Alexander and I fought at a party in an old City Swim stadium, and I threw his whiskey glass against the wall. His coworkers at the agency Nowadays dubbed me the Kinski of Berlin. The day I departed for Düsseldorf, I met him at the train station, Friedrichstraße. I have to mention that you never meet anyone in Berlin. Alexander was in a hurry, so I abruptly informed him that I was leaving him and moving to Düsseldorf for good. His attitude was quite Berlin, and he simply muttered "Oh ok, well good journey" and ran away. He contacted me on the train a few hours later and began moaning, but it was already over. What is your story about intoxicated partners and the name Alexander?