I am "still" in Berlin, and enjoying work a lot even if it's currently taking the best of me and waking up in the morning feels like righteous torture.

It's not that I am sleeping very well either. K, my very first boyfriend, whose place I was planning to crash for the week (even if he's still unaware of my presence in the country) has apparently changed his phone number, and it also looks like he's too busy to check his facebook. In the mean time, I am monopolising his wall with desperate messages and staying at an old collegue's flat, J, in South East Berlin. J is a very nice girl and does everything to make me feel at home, but she lives with her husband with whom communication is nearly impossible as my Hebrew is almost as non existant as my German...

Still he's a nice bloke (and even if I should't be saying that, a very fit one too...) and we share a joint together in the kitchen at night. I thought exhaustion was getting the best of me and was purely hallucinating when I first stepped in the flat as the kitchen table was entirely covered by a whole bunch of weed which wouldn't fit in my suitcase was I willing to take it home through the customs!

Thank God for the weed, though, because I am currently sleeping in a sleeping-bag on the floor of the living room, and should I precise that there is no door separating it from J and her husband's bedroom?
Yup. No door. No curtain. No nothing.

With my luck, of course they both have a high sex drive.
Fortunately, J is not a "screamer", but the hubby is a groaner. And a propper one too.
Lucky me.

So, each night, I lay there for a few hours, wishing I had taken at least a teddy bear with me, and thinking of England, literally. Well, at least of London, and of the lovers who are -or not- waiting for me back home... (Especially with the few messages I keep getting from French Guy and OG) ...and of what I could be doing to them right now.

And right now, I don't have the time/will/energy/German skills/room to be looking for a German one either while I'm here. Although, now I'm thinking about it, surely, in a big capital like Berlin, I could probably find another French one (I'm getting quite addicted to those, you see...).

I just hope that K will make himself known very soon, because I know I'll be insane by Sunday if I stay here, and it would be a shame to pay a hotel room for such a small matter...