I walked down to the fountain again tonight . . . that’s where the nearest Deutsche Post box is. I mailed one postcard to Warsaw and another to New York City. I’ve mailed a lot of postcards to a lot of different places, but that’s the first one I’ve ever sent to Poland.

Since I am the self-declared Dracula of Schöneberg, I of course did this at 2:45 in the morning. It was 66 F / 19 C out, and there was a warm breeze and no one else was out on the street, so I kept walking. I almost felt like I had no choice. I strolled over to the pathway that leads to the huge cathedral by the U-bahn station and sat down by the pingpong table. A black cat was playing in some tall grass nearby and I meowed at her and she turned to look at me.

My dad called me just then because he knew I’d be awake. He was pretty bummed out about a few things I’ll maybe write about later . . . and so I walked into the little forested court where they play a sport that I honestly don’t even know, and I lay down on the cement with my legs at an angle and listened to him talk. He sounded like he needed some comfort so I tried to comfort him. He said, “I wish I were there right now. It sounds so nice.” I said, “Yeah . . . it’s a real all-you-can-eat buffet of niceness.”

Now I’m home writing some letters . . . I can hear birds in the trees outside my balcony. The sun rises in exactly one hour. It seems like every week that fuckin thing rises 15 minutes earlier than it did the week before. This is seriously threatening my lifestyle, but it sure as hell beats winter in Berlin, when the sun rises at 8 am. That is true misery. In contrast, this is a mildly annoying luxury.

Good-night~ ☆彡