As the editor-in-chief of mb! by Mercedes-Benz delicately put it, “You sneaked out really quietly!” I’m not sure how “quiet” Weekend Club was, but the bleary eyed look wasn’t helping the hour long interrogation at the airport a few hours after tasting the 4am Alexanderplatz air as I waved farewell to my close friends. Nonetheless it was quite the sneaky get away – as only befits my demeanour – and putting that behind me, I now have an address and a phone number in Tel Aviv. A new start begins. From a balcony on the evil looking Neve Tsedek tower, the sea drinks in the sun.