I booked a flight to Tokyo for the 18th of March and in a bookstore I found this exciting book about the Japanese language of love. Now I am diving in metaphors and symbols, jeweldoors and pearlsticks and Japanese poetry. For those who go east this is a treasure.

I am performing at the "Flying Theater" since Wednesday and a lot of real funny accidents happened, that are luckily appreciated by the audience: I got caught in my handbag, schlepping it to the center of the stage, got caught in my cape, my comb fell at the wrong moment, which Alex had to bend after I pointed to it accompanied by a big laughter of the audience and the menu started to burn... Albert is getting more and more passionate and almost tore down my dress and I wonder what kind of surprises this piece will offer in addition. It was really hard to concentrate not to laugh...