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10am: Wake up in Mitte. You won't want to; chances are you’ll still be able to feel the faint pulse of European techno from the night before, but there’s so much to see in this mad city that sleeping until noon just isn’t an option. Fix yourself up and head to Alpenstueck on Gartenstrasse for a brunch that’ll coax you tenderly out of your 120bpm haze with sugar-dusting and light pastry.

11am: Jewish Museum. Opened in 2001, this is one of the most important museums in the city. Architect Daniel Libeskind has created a series of disorientating structures that are hugely affecting. The Garden of Exile features forty-nine concrete stelae standing in perfect order, with Russian olive groves growing from the top as a symbol of hope.

1pm: Garage. Head to Schöneberg and buy second-hand clothing by the kilo in this cult basement locale. Unlike the densely concentrated vintage shops of London’s Brick Lane, Garage is a little off-track, so you won’t have hordes of pesky hipsters to contend with.

2.30pm: Konnopke’s Imbiss. Up in edgy Prenzlauer Berg, under the U-bahn. Wait patiently for currywurst – pork sausage cut into pieces and slathered in ketchup and curry powder. It tastes exactly how it sounds, but this experience is about so much more than the food.

4pm: Brandenburg Gate. Get an eyeful of one of the city’s most iconic sights on your way back to Mitte. The sheer size of this famous landmark, surrounded by bombastic Prussian architecture, is really quite overwhelming.

7.30pm: Reinstoff. Recently awarded its second Michelin star, this sultry low-lit restaurant could teach the finest restaurants of Barcelona a thing or two about avant-garde. Eat food that is so beautifully presented, it might break Instagram.

Sleep: Soho House Berlin in Mitte. Ultra-hip and notoriously exclusive, this Bauhaus beauty is hands-down the most stylish place to crash. Humongous rooms, eclectic furniture, freestanding tubs, a private cinema, vintage record players and hints of 1930s glamour in an industrial setting make for sweet dreams indeed.

12.30am: Berghain. Sit upright in your custom-made bed and realise that – cripes - you’re in the hedonistic capital of Europe, asleep before 7am. Book a taxi to take you to this iconic techno factory, guarded by Germany’s most petrifying (and selective) doorman. Cameras aren’t allowed – though needless to say, just about anything else is.