It’s already three days since Micha moved out but I didn’t manage to rearrange my stuff since I attended another birthday this weekend. This meant little sleep, tasty cakes and a awful lot of time to listen to the audio book of Terry Pratchett’s „Eine Insel“ on the train.
It’s great to read/hear such a uplifting book about loyalty, religion and nationhood while reading Art Spiegelman’s masterpiece „Maus“ which portraits the horror of the Holocaust in such a unadorned, touching and depressing way, that one could easily despair on mankind.
P.S. Also I forgot to take my cagoule with me when I left the birthday party and guess what: It of course rained when I arrived in Berlin. Gnarf!