ħaikus

Yesterday was quite crazy . Giovanni and I actually organized a brunch at Morgenland, but my colleague preferred to go to the Teufelsee alone and I stayed longer in bed. Right after his SMS I received one from Isabelle who was wondering whether I could meet her at the central station at half past 3 for a coffee and to sew my swater’s sleeve (I still don’t know where my pride was, when I asked her for this).
Anyway, I was at 3 o’clock at the Hauptbahnhof… Mmm, yes, I was half an hour earlier than planned and when I realized my mistake I used the time to take pictures I will never post because they’re not really worth it.
I met her then at the Sixt counter collecting information about car rental (did you know that if you’re driving to Poland you might not have a Volkswagen, but a Ford instead? I wonder why ) and when we left for a walk we met… Giovanni.
He was desperately looking for a shop to buy a new digital camera and he was utterly disappointed when he discovered that on Sunday all this kind of shops were hopeless closed (welcome in Germany!). I might have suggested him to buy the camera on Amazon with the DHL overnight service .
We left Central Station to have a drink on the other side of the river: it was very pleasant but also too crowded. Suddenly a British gay couple took the 2 places next to us and we had a funny experience of what hysteria could look like . When the young protégé came with an unknown red drink, the old rich guy yelled

What ’s that? I’m not gonna drink it!

Wow! That hurts… The boy sadly went back to the bar and ordered a more ordinary beer.
We didn’t stand the bugs any longer and we left our place to walk along the Spree river to the Bundeskanzleramt, enjoy the sun and eventually to the Schloß Bellevue when Isabelle asked

What’s that house?

That house, how you call it, is the palace where the Germany president lives…
When Isabelle went home, Giovanni and I accidentally met Sebastian who was picking up his wife. Wife??? He was supposed to be in love with me! Too bad .
Later we had dinner in Kreuzberg when Elisa invited us to a grill party in the Görlitzer Park (right behind the restaurant): we were already full but we wanted to greet her and we walked through the park. Unfortunately we didn’t find her place and we sadly went home… ironing (well, at least I did it, while Giovanni didn’t).
At home, while I was ironing my clothes, I watched the TV series House that Isabelle lent me (against my will). Luckily the episodes were dubbed in Italian: it’s really weird for me now to watch something dubbed, but House is sometimes like C.S.I., stuffed with technical words which I couldn’t really understand (sometimes it’s difficult even in Italian). I realized pretty quickly the reason why Isabelle wanted me to watch it: I’m as cynical, crabby and bossy with her as Dr. House with his employees .