I've finally moved to Berlin and find myself in a very pleasant flat in Kreuzberg. My landlady and flatmate is a cool artist and lecturer, and the other flatmate is an Italian student who's currently in London, returning on Sunday, and she sounds like a good person too. I only arrived in Berlin on Monday night, utterly unprepared and disorganised, no idea where I was to live, so I am happy that I feel quite relatively settled. For once, the balls-out-it'll-work-out approach seems to have worked.
Now all I have to do is to work out how exactly I should do what I should be doing over the next four months, and book a cheap German language course parce que mein Deutsch ist très crêpe, pour favour. My typically slapdash research so far has found only pricey ones, and I am on the cheap. Sadly, the rent boy market is over-saturated, so my main potential source of income is stymied.
Generally, though, this city is ripping <pages Cranius>. I am suddenly overwhelmed by the wealth of stuff to do. "Stuff" is the only word wide enough to encompass this variety.
Still haven't tried
currywurst yet.
Insert pun here about "from bad to wurst".