The City Takes the Week Off

Starting Monday, every wheel in Berlin goes on strike. No U-Bahn, no S-Bahn, no trams, no buses—nothing that moves on rails or asphalt is willing to carry me anywhere. How I’m supposed to get to the agency is an open question, and I’m quietly hoping the answer involves staying home and calling it remote work. It kind of is.

The timing would be funny if it weren’t for Becca arriving right in the middle of it all for a visit. She’s coming to Berlin on vacation and the city has decided to be maximally inconvenient about it. We’ll figure it out. Berlin in a state of emergency, and I’m more or less ready.