Monday, August 2, 2010
The first day of our engagement, on a swing in Mauerpark, watching my candy shoes and graffiti in action. Dark nights with neon and paper lamps, and sunny plates of kimchi. The sweet hours before the proposal, at a bar playing the very best of Pet Shop Boys. Nonsense shops, tracks and ruins. The darkness of Anja's stairwell and floods of street art and shit.
Tonight I lie curled up in the third home of our stay, a tiny, weird smelling ghetto flat, very different from our previous loving homes, listening to Schönhauser Allé compete in volume with Glenn, dearest steam engine of mine.
It's the last week of the holiday already happening.