The economic crisis, like a plague, swarmed the entire European continent. It was not yet the coldest time of the year, but standing on the streets of Berlin, even without the dark cloud that symbolized the decline, people could still feel the coldness and despondency in the air.
Even during business hours, there was not a soul in the once bustling shops on Friedrichstrasse. The shopkeepers all put up sale promotions, but even so, it was difficult to attract those customers with an empty purse.
Some shops simply closed their doors, like Rotunda Cafe on the corner of Friedrichstrasse. From antique wooden doors to the turquoise ornaments, from the high stools to the quaint bookshelf, everything in the stored all showed a mysterious and elegant Renaissance vibe. If it was on a regular day, it would be packed with tourists or young artists from nearby universities.
However, at the moment, the store hung up the closed sign early.
