Sitting out in our wonderfully wild and unkempt backyard, eating ice-cream, reading & leeching off the neighbour’s reggae music. This has never happened.
The house I live in has been cold all throughout the 9 months I’ve been here. This country has weather that is… you know. But this week, we have been walking around in dresses, slippers, the likes.
It is apparent to me that my past few posts have centred around weather – but that’s the way it is.
The week, in sum, has been beautiful, in all of my favourite senses. We worked a little, took breaks in the sun, walking to The Alternative Tuck Shop for sandwiches; listened to Erik Olin Wright talk about Workers’ Cooperatives and his Real Utopia project, participated in Andreas Glaeser’s seminar on the Stasi and had Svestkove Knedliky (fruit dumplings) at Moya. Crashed London for a day, visiting the recently reopened Photographer’s Gallery, coffee-hopped to Kaffeine, had Thai takeaway by a playground in Hampstead watching kids jump on top of each other, screaming like they’ve never been out.