Part 3
I woke up before my alarm the next morning, the exhaustion that had been in me that week carried onto the next week as well, the stress and excitement leading my mind to think that sleeping from one am to six am is the ideal schedule, even as, after a week of this, my body reeled against it.
I think Monday was another day where Tilman saved me from not eating dinner? Yes, eating risotto and talking about the slow food movement which he had presented on for class. After class on Tuesday I moved out of the flat into a different part of The Convent, and then had a farewell tea with Tilman und Sasha. I cleaned the room but left a few things there (laptop, sleeping bag, sandals, and then later I realized I also left all of my shower things in the bathroom.) Minne Fruende said that they were going to watch the Bourne movies at Tierpark but I never came. Instead I slept restlessly for an hour, waking up from a dream in which a girl had hypnotized me, and every time I tried to come out of hypnosis she would flutter from behind me, screaming. The rest of the day consisted of using the key I still had to pick up my shower things, awkwardly trying to speak in German to the new people I now had to meet. I told them people here speak English too well, so now I'm practicing with them, but it's painful for both parties, I think. I'm trying. Wednesday the same thing happened; the lack of sleep, the awkward German, me not coming over the Tierpark to finish the Bourne Series. I had forgotten to eat dinner after a light lunch and couldn't sleep because of it, got up after one am and downed an entire container of kefir. I don't remember doing anything else but getting let out of class after most people had finished lunch and then having lunch with Ben because he was late after skyping with his girlfriend, two days in a row.
Wednesday night I was determined to get sleep, and fell asleep around eleven, still woke up at six but stayed in bed for a while longer, and felt, compared to the other days, somewhat rested. During the day Rosie and Laura and I got off at Temeplhof and I got stamps (the clerk responded to my German with French) and then we sat in a cafe talking about culture. I got some flowers* there to leave in the flat, and then on the way home a baguette and plums, as well as some food for myself. The last few things I got at a wine store that has a lot of fruit standing outside, I walk past it every day but because it's not a standard supermarket, and so doesn't feel anonymous, I had avoided going in. The guy working the cashier was nice though, so I guess if I ever feel tempted to buy wine I will go there.
*(They look like lupines. I nearly got a really large set of lily's, but I think that would have been much, and anyway, they remind, at least Christian, of home, and I knew that would happen, somehow. He said that the literal translation of their name into German is finger hat (so I got blau Fingerhuts, but smaller than any pictures I found on the internet.) In Germany you give unwrapped flowers, and I just left them there and they had been debating whether they were for them for a few days, because of the bouquet paper. By Saturday, when I came to pick up the remains of my things, they were standing in a vase, but some residue of the question of their origins still remained.)
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