Being in Berlin reminds me of my grandma’s german lessons being hijacked by her outrage for my bad handwriting. and My aunt’s Kodachrome slideshows of the the wall coming down when they were correspondents for the Christian Science Monitor. feeling nostalgic for the curiosity they encouraged in me.

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Gym this week

Ich bin ein Berliner

Tats and tiddies

Big everywhere 😮‍💨

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