[February – March 2009.]
I honestly don’t remember much of what I saw, or was supposed to see, when I travelled to Berlin last year. I stayed with my pals A and June in their flat in Charlottenburg, and while we went to museums and visited monuments and all that, what I remember most is just walking around the city, taking in its everydayness, its livability. Their Berlin was about mid-afternoon dumpling breaks, trips to the out-of-the-way Asian grocery stores, and long, meandering walks with no particular destination in mind. And, on my last night, a hilarious shepherd’s pie dinner party that morphed into a raucous visit to an old dancehall. The next morning, as I sat bleary-eyed at Heathrow, waiting for my connecting flight back to New York, I wondered if it was all a dream.