On holes

There’s a hole in my Alfa, dear Liza, a hole. Two holes if you want to be more accurate. A black one if you want to be facetious. *** There’s a hole in my bathroom, dear Liza, a hole. There is now anyway. Luckily. Until this evening it was so blocked up that there wasn’t […]

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On bookshelves

I moved to Berlin in January. Most of my things moved in after me. Most of them still live in the boxes we moved them in. For the last few months my bookcase looked like this: No[t much] longer! First, the DB chose a good space for a bookcase. Then we measured it. Then I […]