Surely one of these nice train passengers can point me to the arty neighborhood.

Hey they are not real people at all, but paintings of people waiting on a train, what a con, how are you supposed to ask directions, where are all the real people, inside hotels eating strudel?

Berlin was starting to get a bit too overwhelming and surreal for my liking. Does anybody speak English here? Or is everyone simply bears or cardboard cut outs, the jet lag was getting to me finally and I was loosing all sense of reality.