At 11, Mihir hurriedly drinks his morning cup of chai and lines up three mobile phones in front of him. The first has the Uber Eats app open, the second Wolt and the third Lieferando, the only food delivery platform where he is legally employed as a delivery worker. The sunlight, soft and unfiltered, bounces off his apartment walls, though a lingering chill remains. “Aaj nahin banegi order (It is not the best day to get orders),” he says, looking out of the window. The two years that he has spent in Germany hasn’t softened the Haryanvi in his Hindi and he has been making do with rudimentary German – “it’s good enough if you can say Danke schön (thank you), Schönen Tag (have a good day) and Bitte schön (you’re welcome)” – but he already considers himself a Berliner. “There is something about Berlin. I feel free… See, if I am seen drinking a glass of beer in public in Germany, no one will judge me. In fact, people might join in and give me company. But in India, I might just get arrested.…