Stand up for the champions

hello blog. i write you from the kitchen table on the monday before the thursday i go home. my gray cat that lives on the balcony across from me just went inside, so i'm pretty sure it's about to start raining again. i just got back from a ten-day trip to berlin, copenhagen, and prague, and my feet feel like i actually walked from city to city instead of flying. sometimes when i write this blog i sound like a failed stand-up comic.
berlin is absolutely incredible. i think it might be the biggest city in the world. it seems like it goes on forever, not in the consistently fading identical ugly athens apartment building way but sort of sporadically being pieced together by someone from thousands of other cities and neighborhoods and decades. it gives the feeling of changing constantly, like at any time there are too many things going on for you to possibly choose from. i can see myself living in berlin. not someday, but now. i think i could comfortably move there right now, despite my lacking german. i say comfortably as though the moving process is something i handle well, which is entirely a lie. my life is packed in boxes and piled on the floor of my room and the walls are bare and i really can't stand it.
i should tell you about copenhagen and prague, but it would be more fun with pictures and i can't put any up now because my computer, ronnie, went into a coma about a month ago. hopefully i can put some up after i get home. i've been taking some kind of scrambly last minute photos around ferrara, and every time my shutter clicks and the photo i just took reappears on the screen everything looks ten years older than i remember.
i will at least tell you that ann and i look(ed) scandinavian with this refreshing sun/wind burn on our faces and even lighter blonde hair, food for the squardos back in ferrara, while in copenhagen we fit right in. the city is quieter than stockholm, but apparently if you're a beautiful young couple you move to copenhagen and push around a surprisingly elegant baby carriage. in prague i felt like i was running into kanzulaaks all over the place. i kept seeing my grandmother, strangely. all of the bakeries make kolackys but they're round.