Alexander Drink

My story with 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 works in Set design now. The only good picture he made was with me doing assistance for him in a Hotel near Kurfürstendamm. He is the kind of guy who likes to drink beers in bars, where I constantly had to look for him. Alexander also has a little sister who did not like me because I was too coquettish.

I remember visiting beautiful baroque pictures frame stores in Berlin with Alexander, where I found my passion for it.

There is a very silent quitting brake up story about me and Alexander which has to do with the place, Train Station Friedrichstraße where the deported kids memorial is from. I did not tell Alexander that I break up with him and just decided to leave Berlin without telling him. It happened after a fight Alexander and I had at a party in an old City Swim arena, where I threw his whiskey glass on the wall. His coworkers from the agency Nowadays called me the Kinski of Berlin. The day I left to Düsseldorf, I met him accordantly at the train station, Friedrichstraße. I have to mention that you never meet anyone at all in Berlin. Alexander was in a rush and while popping in to him, I informed him randomly that I would leave him and move to Düsseldorf forever. His reaction was very Berlin, and he just said "Oh ok, well good journey" and run away. He called me a few hours later on the train and started complaining, though, but it was over. What is your story with a drinking partner and the name Alexander?