My first few days in Paris can be categorized by a sense of enchanted confusion. I arrived a few days before the start of my upcoming study abroad program with the intention of renting a Craigslist apartment. Standing there in front of the stoop with far too many heavier-than-lead bags I rang the bell and rang the bell and rang it. Nobody answered, and nobody showed up. So my first time being stood up was by a man from Craigslist. I suppose it could have been worse. I looked to the right and saw a hotel next door that was overpriced, but it did the job admirably, and had the advantage of being in an utterly charming neighborhood.
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Berlin, Ich Vermisse Dich
Berlin is nice and quiet and the air is sweet and calm but never stagnant. When it rains it pours. The people don't stare much. I am never provoked, or touched by strangers on the street. My last night in Cairo, a young boy grabbed my butt. That doesn't happen here. Here, where there is law and order and organization and above all, calm serenity.
I can see the stars at night.