At quarter past four I came down the stairs of the underground station. My poncho was fuzzing and my blue suit pants were all covered inĀ little, light brown pieces of wool. I had just then realized how late it was and told myself that I should stop paying visits to the bookstore so frequently and for so long , before I got my Kindle out to read until the train arrived. “Excuse…
Berlin Germany Observations
September 10, 2014