Which Ping Pong player are you?

A popular summer/autumn/spring activity (winter's too cold and icy) in Berlin is outdoor ping pong, and there are tables everywhere. Armed with two paddles and a ball, it’s free and easy to play. But it can be a testing time for friendships and a telling look at personalities. Some people hit the ball twice and wander off bored, others get wacky and try all sorts of bizarre manoeuvres, and some are the worst: the competitive ping pong players.
Now, I know ping pong has risen in status to become an international sport, but come on! That doesn’t mean you have to suck all the fun out of the game by being a John McEnroe.
“You CAN’T be serious! You gotta hit the ball on my side…no, it’s my serve! Nooooo!”
There is a queue of young kids waiting for the table, but we are at a crucial tie of 12-14 and Competitive Ping Pong Player will not relinquish his place. “That was in, right?” he asks a puzzled three-year-old who is eating her paddle.
Anyway, mostly ping pong is a fun game with a very peaceful “ping pong” sound accompaniment. And when you get to know the city, you can leave the queues for a table behind and discover the more secret places.
Example: Around the corner on Kastanienallee is a building which looks just like any other building. But when you walk through the door into the courtyard, you see it carries on into many more courtyards like some optical illusion-ish Escher painting, leading on ad finitum in front of you. Well, there are six of them, anyway. Walking through, you eventually come to a secret-ish park with a playing area for kids surrounded by rubble from the Prussian King Friedrich’s castle, which was blown up near Alexanderplatz decades ago. And next to that stands a smooth, empty ping pong table. Fancy a game?