December 15, 2010
When night falls into the Fishbowl, I sometimes find myself sitting close to one of its windows, getting lost in the lights on the other side of the street. There is actually nothing spectacular about that view, just a classical Berlin sight, but the idea of what might be behind those windows, always grounds me. Especially on days like this, which sums up to 40 Euros in Cents dropped on the floor, a favourite Cardigan shrunk by me and the washing maching, a broken coffee pot, 20 minutes in some silly waiting loop of some even more silly office and, finally, two lost light bulbs. Nothing spectacular as well, but the lights were still badly needed.