Patti Smith is telling me at pain threshold levels; ‘because the night belongs to lovers.’
No girl! It belongs to that bed in the camper van which I’m using my last dregs of energy to reach.
The racing may be over for the night but the party is 100% ON, Bremen isn’t called the ‘Party Six’ for nothing.
The bass thumps through the camper walls but I’m so tired I know I’ll sleep through it.