Hello. This is part two of our story about why two nice young American men were not permitted to enter Bergheim, a famously exclusive German techno nightclub. If you haven't heard part one, please go back and listen. My body thinks that it's 2.30 in the morning.

But I'm on a plane landing in Berlin, where it's 7.30 in the morning.

My body does not believe that.

Welcome to search engine. I'm PJ Vote.

You're listening to the second part of our story,

why didn't Chris and Dan get into Birkheim?

In March, I found myself on a tarmac in Berlin

holding yet another book about the history of German techno,

cramming, I suppose, for a very strange kind of test.

It was all part of this crazy plan that a man named Lutz had described to me, and which I could not resist trying.

Lutz had said that the real way into the most exclusive nightclub in the world, Bergheim, famous for its for its four hour plus line, was to not wait in

that line at all. It was instead to meet people in the Berlin techno crowd, gain a deep

understanding of what the music meant to them, and in doing so somehow melt into the scene.

I am not socially adept.

I don't speak German.

I'm very new even to just dancing.

Assuming this plan could work for someone,

I'm pretty skeptical.

It can work for me.

But I feel like I wanted to try.

As someone who has known the joys of belonging and the pain of not,

I've always been very curious about where I can make myself fit in,

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