The first time I went to Berlin, I had a number of wonderful experiences. One night in Prinzknecht, a man I had met the night before saw me standing alone and invited me to join him and his friends at their table. It was a largely German group, but there was an Italian and an American and a Cuban as well, so people were mostly speaking English. ( Meeting New People. )
Jul. 14th, 2005
Sunday morning: there I was, standing in Lothar's kitchen in my underwear, bleary-eyed, trying to measure coffee into the coffee maker, when I noticed that Rafael was gesticulating expressively in his kitchen window across the courtyard. When he saw that he had my attention, he used his whole arm to beckon to me. I shook my head, puzzled. Then he made that "internationally recognized hand sign for 'telephone'."
( The Call, The Night Before, That Afternoon... )