i am in my new flat. it smells like milk.
in the shower, there is a soggy box of nails, a disposable pink razor, and a bike pump. there is no soap or shampoo.
this morning i met my flatmate, julian. he was wearing only unbuttoned track pants and suspenders. we got along immediately.

i feel strange. i feel dizzy and light.
this is probably because i only slept two hours. christian had a party at his cafe last night and i was apparently placed on the dance committee prior to my arrival. a boy named anton came to me and said i hear you are the american girl, who likes to dance. he was correct. i am the american girl who likes to dance.
shortly thereafter, vera, who coerced me to perform at movieoke the first weekend i was here, implored me to start dancing, as nobody else was. obviously, i complied. we danced. and we danced and danced. and then everyone danced. christian wore the purple bow i gave him and at times i pretended to help him behind the bar. i talked to everyone. in german. when i have had a few beers, my german is excellent. i should try this technique in class.
when it was broad daylight, christian and i crawled to his home and i rested there for just a bit. he has said i can stay with him when i return to berlin from sicily. everything is falling into place.
i am disjointed and not making sense.
instead of sleeping, i went out to breakfast with rebecca and was drunk on sun and lack of sleep. i finished my latest book, unpacked a few things, and wrote in my journal. i am going to watch soccer with christian. i am going to meet rebecca's parents later. i am going and going and going. i am in berlin.
today i don't feel like myself. i am not sure what that means. it is not bad. it is different. i feel like i could do anything.