Mush mouth

Evidence that I was German in a former life:

I feel a strange familiarity in the streets of this city

I love the heffeweissen

The language isn't just run-on mush....I can pick out distinct words.


Today was another epic day - ran to Paula and Pedros house bc Anemone had her first sleepover. She did so well = she was excited and not at all weepy.

After, went shopping for our home schooling supplies. Then home, and Y and I went out for supper. We walked around East Berlin, past the DOM, past all the East German big, square buildings. We took the train home and had supper at Nik's restaurant in our neighbourhood. I love the trains. They are so modern, so efficient. I feel truly part of human culture on these trains. Or at least part of a movie set.

This city is still great. On my run this morning...I can run for so long because everything is new, so novel that I am distracted the whole time. Of course you can become hideously lost because the streets are not on a grid, and veer off on wild tangents. However, that is all part of the excitement.

Now it is almost 10 and i just had an espresso. I am also in love with these strong, dark little coffees after meals. They are very satisfying. Lets hope I sleep tonight.

You'd think I was on some serious drugs - I mean more serious than the ones I am on - in fact I am fit to be tied about the sorry state of my so called career. It is stuck, knee deep in plaster of paris, half cast. Why can't I get moving?

European Cup in full force. It dominates everything here. Next week is Germany vs Turkey - 1000000 at the Brandenburg gate. I have to tell you I think I am too nervous to go.