“I have to leave here in two hours,” I told him, he nodded. We continued to dance. The beat got faster, the lights flashed brighter. I was completely aware of everything and nothing at the same time. I checked the time – 9:35 a.m., I considered buying another train ticket but I knew I had to leave, to continue. “It’s time for me to go,” I said.
As I searched through my bag frantically, it dawned on me that all of my clothes smelled like sweat and Berlin – I couldn’t procrastinate any longer, it was time to do laundry. So now I’m sitting in a big Pulp Fiction t-shirt and a tiny pair of spandex shorts watching my laundry go through the spin cycle. Peace. Continue reading “40,000 Steps in Berlin”