Lost €800 in Berlin

Berlin, a city that never sleeps, was unusually quiet tonight. The streets were empty, the air was cold, and the city lights were dimmed.

I found myself at the Spielbank Berlin, drawn in by the faint hum of the slot machines. I chose my usual game, roulette, and settled into the rhythm of the wheel. The pacing was slow, almost hypnotic, and I found myself absorbed in the game.

The turning point came when I placed a bet on black, and the ball landed on red. I felt a sharp pang of regret, but I kept my emotions in check. The game continued, and I tried to regain my footing, but my luck was not with me tonight.

It was late when I decided to call it a night. I left the casino, the sound of the roulette wheel still echoing in my head. The streets of Berlin were now completely deserted, and I walked back to my hotel in silence, feeling an odd sense of emptiness.