Herr Doktor

I arrived back in Berlin after a three week absence last night, and it feels magical to be back home. Even cleaning the inside of the fridge felt good!

It was that sort of bright winter day today, which is cold enough that you see your breath, but sunny enough to smile at the lady cycling in the opposite direction whom you nearly crash into.

I had my first experience with a German doctor this morning, (following an incident involving cutting candle-wax, a large knife and a 3cm cut into my hand in Geneva two days ago), and I had prepared myself. German bureaucracy, opening-times and receptionists haven't the greatest reputation, and yet - within 10 minutes of arriving, I was being attended to by an ageing, stout, extremely nice Herr Doktor.

All was fine, and as I walked out the door, with that wonderful post-doctor/dentist feeling, he asked, 'and what are you studying?'

'History'

'Good man'.

I like it here.