Well. If teaching all day every day in the middle of nowhere in New York weren’t taxing enough, my housing in Berlin just fell through, more or less. Yes, the housing I was to inhabit just two short weeks from now. So you are now all invited to stay with me in my box in the Strasse instead of a flat.

On the upside, at least I got to go into the city this weekend to see Ash and eat some unfuckingbelievably awesome Cuban food. Minus the frantic apartment-hunting, it was a good weekend.