I stopped by a few different bakeries and collected three different types of Kuchen, cakes, and brought them to work to share with my coworkers. Around noon, one of my bosses came in with a beautiful bouquet of flowers and sang to me, an experience that made me chuckle as I could not understand a word. “Did you understand?” “Not a word!” “It was Swedish.” No wonder.
On the way home, I allowed myself to be distracted by a street performer. There was something way too interesting about him to pass by; he had an entire piano on wheels with him, and had even lashed a cafe umbrella to it. He later invited me to play, which I eagerly did, and of course I played Gravity and Starlight on the cobbled streets of Berlin. I found out that I was filmed by a few girls who were making a mini documentary about this man and his roaming piano for a project for their studies.
Back at home at last, and after lounging around a bit with the music rolling in the background, my roommate pops in - “Caroline, could you do me a favor?” “Of course,” and I stand to go help out, but she goes on, “Please don’t come into the kitchen until we tell you to, okay?” Wasn’t expecting that.
“Okay, come now!” “Alright, coming!” I toggle a few buttons on my computer and shut down some programs, “You really should come quickly!”
In the kitchen, I find out why: they’d found those sparkler candles that fizzle little stars, and they were blazing away on a beautiful lemon cake in blue frosting and little pink and white heart sprinkles. Together they sang a children’s birthday song in German, after which we chatted and ate dinner. The conversation moved to the balcony with the cake, and a refreshing breeze brought a July drizzle.
The day ended with a wonderful chat session, and I slept with the cool winds and rain.
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