Yesterday I woke up and had to pick out ants out of the honey
again. I played tennis with my dad and then visited Yulka at her still-under-construction
house. This morning the first time I woke up it was 5 am and I heard hooting.
In Berlin, this would have been pigeons (I think, or at least that was everyone’s
best guess,) but here it was the distinctive pattern of the barn owl.
Part 3
On
the 24th I woke up intending to the last two museums I hadn’t been
to on the Museum Island; Neues Museum and Altes Nationalgalerie (as opposed to
the Neues Nationalgalerie and Altes Museum, which I had already been to.) The
latter was closed for construction but I enjoyed the broad spectrum of Egyptian
work at the Neues Museum; it was a lot more diverse than what I had seen
before. Later I met up with people at the mensa, and Marcel got me a good-bye
coffee, and it was the first coffee I had had in two months. Hannah, Bengi,
Ruben, Ruben’s brother, and Laura, went for a walk, and I got gelato at
Hackesher Markt, and we sat on the grass of the park nearby.
The next day I woke up at 6:30
and didn’t fall back asleep. It was my last day in Berlin and I was worried
about the flight and saying goodbye. I went to the Altes Nationalgalerie and
then can back and said goodbye to Katrin (she gave me a piece of quiche she
made.) I bumped into Anna who also lives at The Convent but we didn’t say bye
because she assumed she would see me later in the day, but we never did.
After
that I met up with people (Hannah, Lynn, Ruben, Ruben’s brother) and we went to
the aquarium by Zoologischer Garten in hopes of escaping the heat (it didn’t
work.) Then I went back to Tierpark to pick up my sleeping bag and rushed off
to dinner at The Convent with people from the first flat (minus Tilman, he was
off on holiday) but Christian and Sasha and Andreas and Charlotte (who doesn’t live
there but still) and it was nice though it still felt incomplete in the end, even after the food and hugs. I
guess goodbyes never feel complete.
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