[243] Screed City
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03/29/2023 Wednesday. Kitchen Bottle Box. Krausnick Strasse 16. Berlin, Germany.
Eine kleine dinge vor hitten der Sack und dann hitten den SchlaffenBedden und dann hitten die Skidden. A wild ride indeed. I mean, I think I could live here. I really could, it's like New York, but darker, emotionally. Only slightly diverse, but because of the history, things seem profoundly human in diesen parten.
I bought a copy of Farewell, My Lovely [Italics,] by Raymond Chandler, auf Duetsch. Ein Euro. I figured I used to be fluent in German, well, at least I could read it fluently, minus quite a few vocab words, but maybe I could get back into it? I mean, I took a Buzzfeed quiz the other day and it told me my dream job was to be an international translator. Which I don't want to do, but if I could translate my own books into German, that would be cool. Why not?
The food is good. I had some Schnitzel, some authentic German fare, fair? No, fare, right? Faren? Aufausgaben? No, that is homework. German spiese. A couple sausages. And maybe, just maybe, a couple of beers. Just joking, the beer is fantastic over here! Grossen Pils, grossen Kolsch, grossen Weis, Hell Beiren, die werken! All tasty, every single one of them!
I saw some teater. One show that was monologue after monologue for three hours. Drie uhr. A man coming to terms with beating his pregnant wife, a man coming to terms with becoming homeless, a woman coming to terms with being Muslim. All on a lazy-Susan stage. It was quite intense. I also saw a show where, can you believe it!? the woman roles were switched with men roles! Imagine is misandry was how society worked? Mind blown! I am joking, natrurlich, the acting was phenomenal, the writing? Not so much. But the audience ate it up. The curtain calls were 20 minutes each time. And everyone screamed at each other during the performances. Which was nice.
The pad her is quite nice. Two stories. A kitchen and living room on top, two bedrooms and two bathrooms downstairs. I made some tasty burritos. Black beans and Rindfliesch. Kase und salsa. I mean, I saw some good sights. Mostly Holocaust stuff, but it's kind of crazy the entire peoples here one time lost their mind so much that they killed millions of people. I mean, I don't know what to say about that.
I went to Professor Curly's rehearsal today. Sound stage in a very odd part of town. Actors here are the same as in the US. What is my motivation? But they get paid and are treated well, so...
I saw the King of England today as well, the Queen too. At Brandenburger Tor. By accident. Me and Parker and PC were walking over to Kruezberg to eat some Greek food when we were stopped by the Polizei. Couldn't cross the street. Turns out his and hers Imperialist Cunts were in town to promote Global Douchebaggery. I mean, I didn't take it very well. In fact I threw a little bit of a man-baby fit about it, but in my defense I couldn't care less and I have been depressed lately, so systematic oppression and spectacle distraction was kind of rubbing me the wrong way, and yes, I do understand that it isn't every day that you get to see the Queen in her dundies, but I think it would have been a little more fun had there been a guillotine involved. I did have to apologize to Parker and Professor Curly, but my only real regret was that I didn't throw a chunk of a the Berlin wall at there stupid English Coronation on Wheels. Although we did learn there was a sniper on a rooftop nearby and when I approached the cops to ask a question, my hands in my hoodie pocket, the put their hands up, stepped back and put their other hands on their rifles, so, it is probably best that I didn't agitate.
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Also, in my defense, I am exhausted from travelling. I am back in NYC now, I didn't have time to finish this last night because when we got back it was quite late and like all last nights visiting anywhere, me and PC had to have a little bit of a dust up, emotionally, relationships, am I right?
The flight back was good. Uneventful. The Berlin train system is so easy. It makes NYC and New Jersey seem like it was designed by morons. I mean, also Berlin was kind of destroyed in 1945, so, they kind of had to rebuild from scratch. Don't quote me on that, I am making it up in my head, but it seems logical.
But security at the Berlin airport was insane. Three passport checks and two times through security. Bag through the x-rays and that scanner thing. I mean, the second time they literally took every single thing out of my duffel bag and then said; Sorry for the mess. Das tut mir leid, dog. I said; Oh, it's not much. Meaning that I didn't have much packed. But she interpreted it as me saying; It's not much what you did. Which seemed like a very German interpretation of things.
I don't know, I like Berlin. I could live there. Coming back to NYC, I have done it before, it is stark. I remember that one time coming back and taking a bus from LaGuardia and I was feeling very relaxed and European, like being in Berlin and then on a German airline and things were quiet and clean and then on the bus some kid was trying to get out of the bus and the back door didn't open and he yelled to the front of the very crowded bus; "Yo! Back door, bitch!" I mean, I liked that, but taking the New Jersey transit and then the F train to the M train. Sure, I had nothing but good things to say about it last week, but distance did not make the heart grow fonder as the bridesmaids say. NYC is great and all, but it is collapsing on it's own capitalist malfeasance. And contrary to popular belief, Fascism does not make the trains run on time, no, what makes the trains run on time is investment in infrastructure and de-privatizing public fucking transit. Guess how much a weekly unlimited subway pass in Berlin costs? 43 Euros. Weekly pass unlimited NYC? $33 USD. The USD is almost exactly the same as the Euro right now. Would I pay an extra $10 bucks to have the fucking trains run on time and be clean and not get stuck under ground for hours at a fucking time? You better well fucking believe it.
Oh, there was a cat that got loose on the plane I was on. Ran up and down the aisle. The owner was nowhere to be seen. And my seat mate was some 30 year old dude that played video games on a consul he brought with him. I mean, it was an eight hour flight, and he left me the fuck alone, but still, he was wearing headphones the whole time and I wondered if he was listening to Jordan Peterson. Judging by the very large breasted and super sexualized avatar he created, the answer is yes.