The Pigeon Method

Gülcan and I descended on the Starbucks near Hackescher Markt today armed like serious people—two massive binders, fresh notepads, pens with opinions about themselves. We ordered coffees. Opened the binders. Did approximately nothing useful.

Screaming children and something deeply wrong with the smell of the table next to ours finished off whatever motivation remained. We gave up, moved outside, ate chicken döners in the sunshine, and watched pigeons commit acts of cannibalism on each other in the street. Far more educational. Studying is for people who haven’t discovered pigeons.