I'm been feeling pretty down in my current sharehouse. In fact its so bad that its beginning to convince me that I hate it here and really ought to have gone to Berlin (p.s. I really ought to have gone to Berlin). The Germans have a good term for the arrangement, its a "ZweckWG", a sharehouse of convenience if you like, there's no passion or fire. Also, its a bit pricey, loud and generally unaesthetic. Although I have installed a light fitting here shaped like an plane (the bulb is the little pilot and the propellors spin!) - its still no reason to stay.

So yesterday I called up a place advertising a room available at the end of january, expecting a curt "none of your type" reply. Instead, the lovely girl informed me that she was going to Australia for the year herself which was why the space had opened up, and I should come by in the next 20 minutes. My my. A gorgeous tree lined street near all the better places to go out in Freiburg, almost every house with a turret and a " Herr Professor lives here" notice - Spießig as hell. Goethestraße- no less. I climbed the glossy wooden staircase and she showed showed me the 28 m 2, furnished room of light and rapture. With a window looking out to trees and the promise of utter quiet. She also had awesome band posters on her walls and great bookcases full of literary delights. Then her flatmates came in, a couple of whom I recognised from Merleau Ponty as being too intimidating to approach. We sat around in the day couches in the girl's room and they grilled me on philosophy and 80s children's TV in Australia. The ABC passed with flying colours. They called 5 minutes after I left to offer me the great, significantly-cheaper-than-this-shit-hole quarters. Hopefuly this will be a turn in my fortunes.


Do you think I can ask for my light back? I painted it with stripes.