berlin +22uhr

It's a sunny morning. Somehow I managed to sleep through the night (thanks, Diphenhydramine!) and prised my ass out of bed around 8 AM. I woke up fully clothed, not so much because I passed out unexpectedly as because it's freaking cold in this flat: the main heat sources are a few coal-fired stoves, and I'm only using the one in the living room so far. I may just drag the spare mattress into the living room and sleep there. There's something weirdly comforting about waking up and starting a fire: urban-camping-core.

Once I got my eyelids ungummed I went for a little walk to Viktoriapark and back. It's pretty! There's a pretty thick layer of ice everywhere -- I'm sure I'll wipe out eventually, but so far, so good.

Little else to report so far. My flights were uneventful, though one thing that struck me flying from Paris to Berlin was the density of jet contrails. Flying over the US, it being big and all, you hardly ever evidence of another plane until you get near an airport, but here there was a continuous web of white lines. Chemtrails! Netzwerk Europa!