Now (...) let us (...) ingest our poison of choice and embark on a psychoactive stroll (...) venture on a conceited and detached meta-tour (...) from polished cocktail bars to obscure night - and swinger clubs, sleazy Kebab joints, ostentatious confectionaries, hotel saunas and swimming pools (...) Steamy drug-fueled polygamy and non-conventional sexual encounters in unisex toilets interlaced with visits to a vampiresque dance floor. Let us (...) grab our free cheap vernissage-wine and hors d'oeuvre, close our teary, worn alcohol-swollen eyes and listen to the somber acoustic of Berlin's syrupy psychosphere (...) death-wish somatized social imaginaries, and advancing disorganization of logic (...) We must delve deeper into the structure of this metropolis. Book jacket.