ugh, just spent 6 hours in the lab listening to the girl with my least-favorite italian voice yack away about god knows what to simone, while i had to get up every 10 minutes to change my gloves dues to the copious amount of sugar that is in those tiny grapes and now i finally get the chance to break away and blog and the stupid keyboard is sticky...so glad to be back...
the only problem with going away somewhere and having a fantastic time is that you are sad when you have to come home. literally thought i was going to cry on the flight home from berlin. which is odd because it was the first time ever that i didnt want to go back to italy...i think im just tired of not having any good friends around and people to laugh with and it was so nice to be with billy and his friends. and one specific friend. am ok now, though, and is warm feeling when i realised that i refered to going back to italy as "going home" in my journal. when i was walking home from the train station last night, through beautiful spooky cormons, i went into an old grave yard. i dont know if it was because it was sunday or what, and i have no idea who did it, but every single grave had candles, either in red or white glass. since cormons is pitch balck except for starlight usually, the effect was haunting and surreal. as soon as i saw that i had a rush of love and devotion to all things italian again, and it gave me some peace. i walked the rest of the way home making a list of gratitudes in my head, adding up and aknowledging the things that i am thankful for. like how wednesday morning when i was leaving for berlin, i was at the cormons train station and i was rushed and worried about my flight and also broke because there isnt an atm in comons. the man who works the train station cafe came over with an espresso and a croissant (brioche, in italiano), and gave it to me for free, because i get an espresso every morning while i wait for the train and he just assumed that since i didnt ask for one that morning i was poor, but he guessed quite rightly that i needed one badly. so kind. love italians.
so berlin was just wonderful. hell will freeze over as soon as i say this, but i have to: billy is my favorite kunzler boy. and the cutest. yes, i said it, because its true. stephan who?
the "wondker fountain" party at the rich russian artists flat was so fantastic, one of the best parties i have ever been to. the people were all wonderful and engaging, young and old. the wodker was top notch russian quality, but dont worry mama, i didnt drink that much. the food was cavair and other fantastic treats. the art was pretty astounding. there was dancing, laughing, a real fight outside that left one of billys friends faces smashed but he seemed fine...best non-halloween ever! the best part was that i looked absolutely divine in my french silk dress. old ladies kept coming over and grabbing at it and feeling the material then babbling to me in german about how bautiful it was and asking "what is it?", and the german boys loved it too, if i do say so (unfortunately i have no pictures of the dress, but ill find a way to post it. finding that dress was on my list of gratitudes as well!). billy and i made quite a smashing entrance, him in his suit and my lovely self. we stayed and danced with the russians till 4am. billy is absolutely an angel to me, and we have taken the idea of "in a way adopted brother and sister" to just "shes kinder my sister". billy was adorably protective of me with his friends, and there was even a conference of sorts on the dance floor between him and his cutest friend who has eyes the color of grey ice water when billy thought his friend was getting a little too close...i just watched and giggled at how silly boys are and how sweet it was for billy to take such good care of me, and how sweet it was that, in the end, after a very boyish discussion and some reassurances made between them, billy relented and said ok.
saturday was the "most beautiful day ever"...thats all ill say. except that night we made fresh pumpkin soup, and it was wonderful!
billy told me hilarious stories about grant boy too, and sometime when the keyboard isnt sticky i will relate them.
anyway, tonight i am going to go have pizza with benji and mia and then go to cormons to hang out with my roomate...
pictures!!!
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ich liebe dich!