I'm sitting at the hipster workspace, also known as Oberholz café in Rosenthaler Platz. The sky is blue, and there's a wonderful sharp winter light, snow crystals are glistening, and I'm in love with this city once again. The tram 1 is rumbling past every few minutes either going further into Mitte or up along Kastanienallee. I'm drinking latte macchiato, writing a bit and getting organized for interviews later. Yesterday I went to a very red bar somewhere in Neukölln and sipped Moscow Mules and talked to sweet people. Oh, Berlin. I can't wait to be permanently reunited with you in May.