Monday bloody Monday

Monday, the 28th of August, 10pm. It looks like its gonna rain a lot in a few minutes. Its just the time to watch a movie or to continue reading this "Der Steppenwolf", almost finished. Today I had a typical Monday, nothing to do and nothing to be done. I was riding my bike next to Tempelhof airport (I really like this way), then Kreuzberg, Friedrichshain, Mitte, Prenzlauer Berg...trying to investigate new places. After two hours riding my bike, I was reading, drinking a beer and smoking cigis in Arkonaplatz, but not really concentrated, because there was a mother really angry with her 3 years old daughter "Wieso nennst du mich Arschloch, wenn du von deinen Vater kommst"; said the mother, while the kid was crying and saying "Entschuldiguuunnng!!". Then I tried to continue reading, but a small lady fell down from her pink new bike. Her parents were just smiling and saying "uuh, was ist passiert!?!?" and it worked, the girl was just laughing and not crying; and after returning her way on the bike, I discover the many problems she had to ride, probably she learnt a few days ago. Then I discovered a pretty girl lying on the grass...I really couldnt pay my atention on the book. The sun dissapeared, the clouds came really fast, and I decided coming back home taking the underground. I saw my neighbour for the first time, she came to ask some salt and pepper, typical bad plot for a bad movie. It was the first time she cooked at home after the fire destroyed her flat, so...

On Wednesday, Friday and Saturday, Alberto and me came back home without T-Shirt. No, no, it wasnt any kind of bet, or a desperately attempt to do the "Haifisch" in the public transport by night. It was just because on Wednesday we were in a punk concert, on Friday in a really humid Rosis, and on Saturday in Icon jumping with the best Drum and Bass ever. So, all those events mean 3 completely wet T-shirts because we sweated more than Camacho training Spain during the World Cup in Korea.

Yesterday I spent the day with Nadia, walking in the city, having brunch in Simon-Dach and going to Mauerpark meeting Alberto there, such a typical not-hungover Sunday. Today was the first time I was in Simon-Dach or I crossed Ostbahnhof with the S-Banh since almost everybody left. I saw Carolina´s ex-flatmates in the distance (didnt run to talk to them) and the Sushiboy with one of his captures. Nice not to be in Biesdorf anymore...

And thats all folks. Marie, if you think you have some nice pictures for me, dont hesitate and send me, because I dont have almost any of your pictures. Eeva, try to write more, cause your pics are really nice and I learn some new English words (dumpster and cashboard). Arkonaplatz still looks nice...About Alberto´s mail that some people have answered, it´s really nice to see what some of you miss of are missing, even being agree or not...I wish everybody answers.