Day 1

Of working on the memoir. My real job in Berlin, after all.

Meaning a quieter, though not quite slumbering, blog.

Still, I promise to keep 'em coming. There are stories to tell, of four-month-old twins and anti-FDA Wutanfàlle and GDR massages for a mere 16 Euro. Not to mention a vodka-steeped party complete with fox-fur photo shoot, free Ramen noodles, the Gauloise-devouring Felix (one of whose Gauloise, I confess, I devoured), odd inquiries of me ("Excuse me, are you Italian or Bulgarian?"), and very many people younger than I. Including a hot blond Bayreuthian whose hands kept palming the curves my new wrap dress...

Oh, but let's save it for another day.

Comments

[Julie]

ah, thank you for the clarification on the nickname!