“I wanted to do something worthy of the place” – theatre of writing

(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

note: Chania, the second largest town-city in Crete, is 'ch' as in loch. video of where the last post left us, still in Ramadan, İstanbul Havalimanı: 0:00 /0:18 1× Taxi from Heraklion (Ηράκλειο) airport, called Νίκος Καζαντζάκης, to Chania. Yes, Nikos Kazantzakis, known in the anglophone