While trying to find and apotheke that sold the type of face cream I wanted, I began wandering aimlessly, and quickly the area around Schillingstrasse became foreign. Gradually the Turkish neighborhoods started taking on new forms. Russian started popping up more frequently, and as I strolled through Gorlitzer Park an attractive black man started talking to me in Spanish, and I got to brush some of the dust of my first secondary language. With the the evening starting to set in, clamoring could be heard from the Dunmore Cave Pub as they got ready to open. More languages besides German started to fill the air, and a woman with a massive half wolf-looking dog waited at the corner with me. As I wandered further it was becoming readily apparent that no more apothekes could be found in the area. Though the search was a bust, I did encounter plenty of new places, met quite a few interesting people, ad found a delicious-looking Italian food restaurant. If I can find my way back there, I will definitely come visit again.