Berlin

the Spanish look

Okay, so, here I am again in another new country where the weather is extremely amazing, which I know better than to catalog under anything other than Dumb Luck.

A portion of a family waiting outside this cafe on goodies from within is suggesting I also visit Munich, Nuremberg, Leipzig, Dresden.

When the son/dad emerges with what all they all wanted he asks if I am Spanish.

I’m American, I say, omitting the United States of, and he says, You have the Spanish look, which I cannot help but catalog under What Germans Have to Say About What Does and Doesn’t Look Jewish. 

mostly cashless

•Cafe Blaumond/Le Petit Salon•

It’s much harder to get by without cash here in Germany than in Denmark and so I am limited to the few places that take cards until I take myself to a place that will convert the magnets on mine into euro-in-hand. I actually think someone told me on my way to the winter trip, Scandinavia is mostly cashless, and then someone else said something—in I think the last day—about Germany being part of Scandinavia, which can…not be correct. Can it? Let this currency business be my ass-backward proof to the contrary.

this wont take me anywhere

She said,

What are you doing

I said,

I am in the apartment eating carrots because thatʼs all I have so far

Although probably I will rectify that soon

I am going to put something familiar and safe on my computer and try to, I donʼt know what, send some messages in hopes of making things happen for myself

She said,

What are you wanting to happen?

I said,

My listening project

And

Iʼd like to start cementing plans for what will be after Berlin

I want to not feel afraid all the time, but that seems like something I need to go inside for, not outside

She said,

What are you most afraid of?

I said,

Of everything in the whole world?

Prolapse.

She said,

Of your current endeavor

I said,

That I will have to go back to New York and just pick up where I left off

That this wonʼt take me somewhere

She said,

Well it will definitely take you somewhere it just might not be where you thought

I said,

Also Iʼm afraid of getting fat

She said,

Impossible to get fat on carrots.

folding ruler

@lieffaxelrachelbank

Lindenstraße (Berlin-Kreutzberg)

ONE (1) manuel has an excellent folding ruler — is it called that here or anywhere anymore? — and he suggests i try to fold it into a swastika. jain or nazi? i ask, ever testing the waters of too-soon and not-soon-enough, and he says, they’re the same, and i say, no! the directionality differs, and he says, then you just turn it around, and that is when i realize i don’t know which is which. anyway, the limits of the thing leave us two segments short of either
TWO (2) we can, however, make something pertaining to south africa, although i am not listening well enough to retain what
THREE (3) also this
FOUR (4) also an asterisk, if only the kind with only five legs
FIVE (5) ~ the thing at rest ~
SIX (6) now manuel is preparing the feta — between 20/80 and 30/70 goat/sheep — with olive oil and oregano, all of which he imported himself, and i am pushing the medium while relics turns on the table
#pinkfloyd #bauhaus

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