S... happens

One moment you're happily asleep, dreaming of your new home town and how you're going to explore it the next day.

The next moment you're faced with your landlord's crazy girlfriend, who's going through the drawers (and your stuff) and refusing to leave your room. Even though it's the middle of the night. And you've paid New York prices to stay there.

Yeah, that wasn't really a good situation to be in. Luckily, she was only mildly crazy and not violent. She kept saying it was "the man's" fault. Probably meaning her boyfriend, but maybe she meant all men. What do I know.

The trouble was that the real estate market in Munich is completely crazy, which means that it was impossible for me to find anywhere else to live with such a short notice. To top that, there was some sort of fair, which meant that hotel prices tripled overnight.

So, a quick decision had to be made, and now I'm in Berlin. Kind of unexpected, and I'm still looking out the window and trying to understand that I'm here. It's not bad - I know Berlin well, and it's probably easier to find work here. It's just that, well, I already know Berlin. But hey, sometimes shit happens - and I'm eternally grateful that the crazy woman wasn't violent.

So, today I went to Charlottenburg, a baroque castle in Berlin. It was great, but baroque can be a little crazy. Like this photo from the porcelain room. That room was pretty outrageous in itself, but then I looked up - and just under the ceiling, I noticed this life-size stag, laying on a kind of ledge. Then I realized: Being threatened by crazy people might be bad - but don't you just HATE when the decorator leaves a dead deer in your newly refurbished room?

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