Marcel Winatschek

Herbal Schnapps and Other Decisions

Saturday morning I came to at an abandoned S-Bahn station somewhere near Potsdam. Dim recollections of herbal schnapps, Jimi Blue, and suspicious-looking figures on Oranienburger Straße. The bruises on my ass are fully accounted for by the act of standing up.

Since then: finally watched Futurama: Bender’s Big Score, loaded Be Your Own Pet onto the iPod, bought Mian Mian’s Candy in English even though I’d already read it in German. Her books rhyme with themselves in strange ways—certain textures keep coming back—but I’d been meaning to do this for a while.

Today, shopping with Sonja, which meant hunting purple clothes and listening to detailed commentary on problem zones while I ate a supermarket chocolate cake. Vocational school tomorrow. The week plods forward as weeks do.