Normally getting out of Berlin for the summer isn’t a bad thing. While it is quite nice here during the summer, it’s usually nicer and warmer elsewhere. Right now, we are catching up on rain from the last 3 weeks.
We still headed to London for the weekend, where it was also nice and strangely warm. The sky was blue; people were wearing shorts; kayaks were in the Thames. Coming from Berlin, it always feels like the British pound is a wallet-sized vacuum cleaner. The upside: you can do things like see Broadway shows on stage instead of Brecht, the latest gospel extravaganza or African themed show promoted by ex-FIFA Gala directors. You can also talk to people in English, who actually speak English fluently and aren’t trying to always convince you of that fact when it’s not true.
The thing about travelling is coming back. Whenever I return to
Germany, there’s a fifty percent chance that I have to explain a story
that happened over 4 years ago. I’d rather forget about when my
passport and every other paper of importance was stolen at Prater in Prenzlauer Berg.
It was a bit inconvenient as I was getting married in the next couple
of days, needed identity to travel to Finland, and was living in
The folks at US Citizen Services told me that the German authorities
shouldn’t still have that information. But they do and they get happy
when it comes up on their little screen. Maybe one day they will
actually find my properly reported stolen passport instead of
continually asking me what happened to it. Somehow I bet it ended up
in some poorly conceived coked out artist’s installation rather than in
the hands of a Berlin terrorist cell.
Next time we are travelling by car. A good ole American one.
I won’t have to take off my shoes unless I want to and no one will
insinuate that putting their hand inside my pants is keeping the world
safe. Happy safe summer travels.