I'm sure when I was growing up we always had to take our shoes off when we went round to a friend's house. That was likely because of the propensity for a child's shoe to find dog shit like a Exocet missile. Anyway, I don't remember when, but at some point we never bothered any more. It was some mystical, unspoken part of becoming an adult: the right to wear shoes around the house.
Well, guess what? Regression time! The flooring of choice for Berliners is varnished natural wood, and it doesn't do too well under constant attack from stilettos and jackboots. So, it's off with your shoes, and pray you're not wearing those socks with the hole at the heel.
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