a room

Apart from recovering from last weekend's epic dosage of bass-heavy grooves and camping, this week has also been marked by my moving into a room of my own.


Several months back I couch-surfed with a few interesting young Berliners in Neukölln. Since that time, I've seen much of Berlin and been looking for my own room. In the meantime, one of the residents of the apartment - Gian Paolo, the painter mentioned a while ago - has decided to head back to Italy. And so, a room became available.


Though it's situated against what must be Neukölln's busiest and ugliest street - Karl-Marx Strasse - I'm wrapped at having a space of my own.


Now it's time to bust out some self-discipline and get busy : )

 

my room

the kitchen