Ignore what I said about reconsidering Prenzlauer Berg.
Right now I am in viv Lounge on Schönhauser Allee. Airy and serene. Perfect padded bench. I have inhaled a mixed green salad for lunch. Not topped with fried salmon, mind you, nor with sautéed mushrooms and potato chunks (a Gorky Park special, day 4). No. We're talking fresh tuna and sheep's milk cheese. Daikon and grated beets. Un-dressed. Every last bite of it Bio.
Next door is the expansive viv health-food store.
How can this not be the place for me? I'd be even more blissed-out if the free wireless worked (password: Cappuccino). Careful what you wish for. Could send me wafting heavenward, knock my bad-haired head against the lofty ceiling.
To my left: A child-sized table and chairs. A rocking sheep (horses are so over). Brio train tracks. When I got here, two mothers were packing up their snot-lipped brood of three. I'd be less happy if they were here making a ruckus round my feet. But such is the cost of life in the land of the fecund.
Oh! I got the wireless working (cap that C). I may have to stay the night here.
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