The *uckenings 34

There is news! Finally we’ll get a new FLOTUS. This ain’t a political statement. It’s a statement of love for common sense. Intellect. Do you have to study to become intelligent? No. Some people I met have studied around 356 semesters and still are as smart as two inches of sidewalk. But in a classical meaning, intellect is meant for doctors, lawyers, historians, philosophers etc. It can be measured. It’s like filling a glass with water and then we measure it – it’s 4dl of pure intellect. I wish there was measurements for stupid too. I filled my glass during my time, I can tell you that. But certainly not with intellectual waters that’s for sure. Spilled some of it too.

The IKEA prosecco was surprisingly nice btw! Anyhow.

Lately I have found weird poop smells around town. And out of nowhere it came to me. This mask deal is supposed to keep us from smelling the shit that hit the fan! It’s everywhere. It’s almost like they’ve painted the city brown where we can’t see. I have absolutely no proof for this but the fact that faeces smell as bad in the cold as they do in the boiling sun, is a given now.

I witnessed a man brushing his teeth walking past me on the sidewalk today. He seemed normal. Normal clothes, normal look, normal walk, normal brushing…it almost made me feel abnormal to notice, that’s how naturally and at ease he was, brushing his teeth walking the other way.

Meanwhile I went shopping and bought myself a vacuum cleaner. I got it and put it on the seat next to me in the train and took it into my apartment putting it to use right away. It’s a stubborn little thing. There needs to come a time, where we get something more efficient to clean floors with. So to all you innovative inventors out there! Back to your scratch books because this one here is getting tired of fighting gravity, vacuums and windy apartment corners. It’s negative multitasking and humanity is ready for improvement. Bring it on.

Living alone is fantastic. I forgot how fantastic. I used to live in open door houses for years and certainly enjoyed it but this bourgeois kind of lifestyle over here is made for me. I love it so much. When I close my apt door behind me I can do whatever I want. I vacuum cleaned naked earlier if you really wanna know. I also went to immigration today and it was a little bit of a mission. They asked me to an appointment during open first comes first serves hours. I felt violated by the time I made it to my building E5, just to find my nationality crossed out on the list hung up at the entrance area. So I went all the way back to building number one 5th floor. I was a mess and sweaty by the time I sat on my chair in front of the friendly office people, but thanks to separating walls I don’t think they smelled me. After looking at my papers they made me walk all the way back down to the 1st floor to pay 8 Euro on a machine and than climb back up to pick up my little immigrant card. Nice. And if I manage to stay alive and in good mental health, in five years from now, I might get permanent residency. I will be a berliner. oneday.