I don't like driving that much, it is something that I consider to be hard work (one of my nightmare professions is being a taxi driver). What luxury is it to not have a car by yourself that you have to entertain, keep and pay for and instead have the decision: should I take a cab or the subway or shall I ask to be picked up or brought home and chat in the car or chat while walking or biking or riding the subway. The subway is cheaper and here in Berlin often just as convenient for were I have to go to and return from. So usually I am quite happy with taking the subway, the happiest though I am moving with my bicycle. Maybe it's the biggest thing that I am attached to. I sat in a seat when I was little and inherited it later. My 37 year old Vaterland which is still working so amazingly. The front light didn't work last year for a week but it was just a lamp that had to be put in and since then it is perfect again. The guy from the Frog-Office fixed it the beginning of last year which was a big relief, because he has all the tools and knows much more about bikes than I do. If I had known earlier I would have gotten it always fixed by him, but every bicycle dealer told me I could feed my bike to the chickens and should buy a new one for 400 marks. What they showed me for that price was truly inconsiderable, ugly, disgustingly tasteless and looked unstable. So I would usually leave frustrated and would go to Radlos and fix it myself on a sunny day in their court under a big tree. I would then have new relationship with my bike but it cost me always a day of work and usually a couple of scratches and wounds, blue spots on my nails. For some reason always the chain had some sort of magnetic attraction to my fingers and I would mix up my hands between wheel and chain. But now I found the Frog-Office and I don't need to get Tetanus injections anymore and the frog officer is just as much in love with old bikes as I am. Although he did one fault pas: He threw away the base of my Fatherlandbell that I had saved and always took off in order that it couldn't be stolen - A major disappointment regarding my bicycle sensitivity, but at least he wasn't so cruel to offer me some new bullshit wire horse. I found him actually when I was fully convinced about buying a new one and putting the old one in the cellar. There were indeed a couple of Dutch bikes that looked OK, but they were around 1000-2000 marks, which would have stripped my budget. But the problem is that I have to fall in love with something in order to buy it, this is the reason why it took me years to buy my own computer, a suit that I am wearing daily and so on. All the things that I own I mainly own them by accident, and I wouldn't even really be able to say I own them, it is more that I have them right now, I found them, got them, bought them or made them myself. There are so few things that I could say "belong to me". There are people who loose almost everything. I am one of them, I loose things that I like a lot, but it doesn't cause real pain. The things that I am really attached to I usually don't loose. By looking at bikes I saw a stack of really old bikes and a sign with a frog on a door. A bike dealer told me that there is a guy who repairs and sells old bikes and maybe I could get his advice. This is how I found him, strangely looking, with green pants naked top shortly before he went for his holidays....Anyway, so much about bikes. I think I will go to an appointment today by bike which is far on the other end of the city but I can ride almost all the way along rivers and in parks. It is a sunny day and I wanted to have breakfast in the sun this morning, but when i made my coffee and cream of wheat she had already disappeared to another corner, were she couldn't reach the breakfast table and me anymore. These are the days when I would be so happy to get some sun in my apartment, and if I had known that she would leave so early I would have just sat there without breakfast. But she was already busy with flooding the bathroom once i was able to sit down and I was kind of angry about having missed her. I miss NY where the room that I mostly stay in is completely flooded with light and everything looks so pretty...