That Heat

Yesterday was stupidly hot in Berlin. I showed up at the beach pool in Wedding with Anna, Sladdy, Tomi, Agnes, Anne, and Philipp. We sat in front of the TV with McDonald’s and chocolate muffins from Mauerpark, just trying to wait out the heat. That’s it.

Everything else that happened, the actual story, that goes in the autobiography. Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas looks quaint compared to it.