Unrelated but funny: My sister got back to Berlin from a hiking trip, where she brought no technology. It was the summer and per usual she was wearing her litt

Unrelated but funny: My sister got back to Berlin from a hiking trip, where she brought no technology. It was the summer and per usual she was wearing her little sailor's hat, navy short shorts, and a white tank top. She went straight to Berghain, a techno mecca club with a notoriously strict door policy and the most extensive body contraband search in Berlin. No photos or video are allowed inside, so everyone's phone cameras are stickered. Pam is friends with the booker and was on the staff guest list, so the door staff treated her with the smallest modicum of respect afforded by such a self-serious organization. They padded her hips but were frustrated to find no phone on her person. "Where is it?" they demanded. "I don't have it" she smiled with her natural strong ease. Impossible. They simply couldn't believe in the existence of a person without a mobile phone. Flummoxed, they finally demanded she remove her sailor's cap, as that was the last possible hiding place. Seeing nothing there, disappointed---but strangely charmed---they waved her in.