Berlin, the poor man’s Vegas

Global Post – The sign on the window promises “fun and games.” But inside the slot-machine arcade, it looks more like compulsion and mundane clerical work. Behind the colorfully painted plate-glass window, it’s impossible to tell if it’s 3 in the morning or the afternoon. Apart from the faint strains of light rock music and an overriding mechanical hum, it’s as silent as an intensive-care unit. The two shabby patrons are so intent on their screens that they may as well be wired them. Presiding over the fun is 28-year-old Ayesha, a bleached-blonde German of Turkish origin who declined to…