Roam

In the middle of Berlin, I find myself in a strange situation.

I can either go out with a few people who are doing me a patronizing favour almost by taking me out, or I can stay home and write, or I can go out and explore and get lost in this city with an unfamiliar language; all by myself.

I'm choosing option C and will probably write about it in my next post.

I would like to thank my father who always told me to never kiss anyone's ass. And I would like to thank my mother who always told me to never accept a last-minute invitation. It's a form of patronizing that the world can do without.

Thanks folks.

Next post: getting lost in Berlin.