A couple of years ago, I decided to go to Europe. I had just finished two pretty exhausting movies in a row, and I had never been, so I decided to just pick a city out of the blue and take off.
I'd had my fill of track and screaming First AD's, blinding HMI's and constant activity. I looked at a map and decided on Berlin.
I'd always been a WW2 buff and wanted to see the places I'd read about, and also see how people lived on the other side of the Atlantic. So I packed a backpack, bought a ticket and a week later was winging across the ocean. I really had no idea where I would go when I landed and that was part of the adventure. When I got there, I looked at a map and picked what seemed to be a nice suburban part of Berlin where a hostel I had read about was located.
I found it after several aborted bus rides, and broken English directions. It was a nice building in a nice neighborhood with a bar across the street. It was getting dark, so I checked in, threw my pack in my room and decided to go across the street for a beer.
I stepped out into the chilly night and as I crossed the street, I noticed some activity around the corner. There were a few people milling about as if assembled for some event, so I changed direction and wandered towards them to see what was going on.
That's when I saw the 18k with 1/2 CTO on it.
"No way," I thought.
Then I saw 50' of dolly track with a Peewee perched on it, ready for action.
Yes, in all the neighborhoods in all the cities, on all the days, I had chosen a hostel literally 100ft from a movie set.
I backed slowly away, ran to the bar, and quickly downed two beers.
The bartender, a nice lady who spoke English, asked me what was going on around the corner.
"I have no idea," I said. "Give me another one."