a hoof, yellow teeth, blood as food, a hole in the ceiling, sell-out & other snaps, from the I dreamt the hand of hot tok and the police were holding hands series

Our flight delayed in Berlin, we received a voucher. The pizza guy had vouchers piling in and was becoming exasperated from their holders by expectation that €10 would cover anything more than a slice of margherita. Drink? No, are you kidding! 0:00 /0:32 1× 0:00 /0:30

(was going to call it Berlin do your Wurst. Although the temperature plummeted immediately on our arrival, it never does.) The History of Berlin I have written before about my father receiving a DAAD scholarship which provided the excuse for my mother, Ianthe (extraordinary that my granny and grandpa, if

we arrived, entered the White Box, not so inviting a concept in these temperatures, the polar vortex throwing its arms and legs out of bed, and the wind frigid, with only a heat-pump for heating, missing the ambient heat of our room in İstanbul, yet again (a heat-pump was supposed