Turkish delight from Berlin
Had a bad dream: I saw a familiar face on the evening frontpage, with a doctor’s face mask and crazy eyes. It left a bad taste. I thought about it for a long time, then went swimming as planned.
A friend called back after some busy days - she had just read some new texts in public. We’ll do fun things next week.
Talked to Aila on the phone: she wasn’t feeling well. We can’t always help each other. Maybe it’s because we know this we trust each other so much?
Went dancing later: Dj Ipek from Berlin played at Re-Orient. I wore my artist-made t-shirt with the scared little teddybear and the flaming skull of death and danced on stage with her dyke fans and the others.