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Wednesday 20.8.03 | NOTION that I am moving to England in around 10 days suddenly beginning to feel utterly bizarre. It occured to me earlier that I am definitely going to miss Berlin, and have started feel a kind of nostalgia about this place (everyone say awwwww....) Having said this, I have been banging on pretty much constantly for the last year about how much I am pining for London, and the excitement about finally getting back there permanently definitely outweighs the slight twinge about leaving here. Berlin is a fantastic place; given that it was bombed to shit by the allies before having anything that remained standing reduced to rubble by the soviet tanks, before being split down the middle by a whacking great concrete wall and haggled over between two nuclear powers for almost 30 years, it has come through in style. London would never have made it. The Berliners are, in general, relaxed, funny, charming, and stunningly good-looking. For what they've had to survive, they are an incredible people in a stunning city. Anyway, enough guff. Went to the old Stasi HQ this morning and picked up an application form to see if my dad was put under surveillance by the Stasi, as he came here quite a lot when the wall was up. Will make interesting historical digging... Monday 25.8.03 RIGHT, here we go people, last week here. Just been reading bits of the sheer crap I have written over the last few months, and my God I've been drunken and boring. Tuesday 26.8.03 WELL everything was going fucking swimmingly this morning -stood up in front of a class of 14 German teenagers and told them all about London; was terrified but actually went quite well- and then, having walked out of the school heading towards the bloody train station, some shitkicker bomber-pigeon shat on me. Instantly changed plans. of course, to head for home, and all the fucking way there were people looking at me; on their thoughts was written I wonder if he knows there's birdcrap on his shoulder, arm, and a little in his hair and I felt like shouting YESBASTARDSIBLOODYKNOWI'VEJUSTBEENCRAPPEDONISN'TITAMUSING? back. Honestly. | |||||||||
