Tonight I'm missing Berlin more than ever. The last days spent in Copenhagen have been nice, and I haven't been so sad about leaving my city, but today it hit me when I saw some photos on a blog. A year ago I went to the library in Prenzlauer Berg and walked past the abandoned something around my house that's now demolished. The next day I moved properly into my gigantic rooms and I remember sitting in the sofa, windows open to the heat outside, and someone across the street was playing piano. I was utterly happy. It'll be better, I know.