Things happen. I move. Grandma dies and we get somewhere to stay.
In Berlin Agnes and I for a week now have been. An Indian looking South African accompanied us in the beginning and watched our different stages of emotional being. We had nowhere to stay and are for the moment partly settled at our newly found 50/60-ish year old Hungarian Joseph in his wonderful apartment in Kreuzberg. Tomorrow the, hopefully, positive notice about us getting the flat of our dream will arrive, delivered by a read haired, possibly, queer woman moving her life to Helsinki. If that happens we will live in this dream.
Joanna Newsom suited well for this evening.