Ten Little Missions

I should spend my weekend doing something meaningful, but I’m broke as hell—no cash for drinks, so I’ll probably just sprint into walls a few times. Before I do that, here are ten things I think you should actually do.

Go find some soul. You look depleted. Do something that makes your heart pound with genuine purpose, the kind that matters. You’ll at least walk around Monday with some dignity.

There’s a bar in Berlin called Kater Holzig—everyone talks about it, everyone wants to go, and honestly they’re right. Go there if you haven’t been. Visit your old friends while you’re at it, the ones from home you haven’t seen in forever. Bring cake. Bring actual good mood. If you get lucky, someone will put on Michael Jackson and you’ll remember what it felt like before everything got tired.

Build a memorial for Verena Koch on someone’s balcony. We won’t forget her. We can’t.

Make up code words with people you trust. It feels good. Protects you. Don’t be a drag about everything—just be a queen about it. Have fun protecting yourself.

The pigeons are rats with wings. They had it coming. And if you’re thinking London for the weekend, don’t forget the baseball bats, the gasoline, the matches. Seems to be what’s expected.

Mostly though: dive into something this weekend like you actually mean it. That’s how you survive the week. That’s how you stay sane.