south of the border

i've traveled south, across the dark, serpent-infested, jungle-covered mountains of bavaria for a training course in munich, where the natives have taken to beating me to death with two toned powerpoint slides. my hotel is in the old theater district, near the hauptbahnhof, where the interpretation of 'theater' seems to have been re-interpreted to refer mainly to strip clubs and gambling halls. a midnight pizza upon my arrival last night was consumed with one eye on the doorway, in the unlikely event that a mafia goon squad burst in to settle a debt with the shifty eyed proprietor. tonight i hope to seek out something chinese, since warfare among the tongs is usually confined to the sudden flash of razor sharp blades in the back of the house.