Part 13: Berlin I
Wait. Test. Negative. This cannot be. Test again and again and just wait a few more days. And then the certainty and the shock. How can that be? Fucking shit! Two weeks again smoking and drinking and dancing and then again and meanwhile less exciting. Shall we go for a coffee? Good. An hour later, you I have another appointment, well then we do it now. Good. Sometimes without coffee, which was then more practical. Time Management. After all, our lives still had us. And there were two of them, and two different ones.
