I was suffering from sleep-deprived midday fatigue all through today’s drive back to Berlin. Mr. Sandman wouldn’t quit trying. I doused my eyes with Murine, bought two Red Bulls at a rest stop and chugged them down, and sharply slapped myself on the face a dozen or so times. But at least the ordeal yielded three extremely gripping video clips. I’m kidding, of course — they’re tedious. But this is what it was.