23 May 2012

Wedding!

I have moved into my long-term home in Berlin one week before I leave for 10 weeks.  It's ironic that I finally, after 8 months, have a place to call home and the timing is such that I am leaving for the US on May 28th, therefore truncating my adjustment period.  The flat is great!  My room is 17 q.m!  It feels giant.  Thanks to Sedrik getting rid of a few items, I also now have some furniture!  No couch yet, but I have two dresser/shelve type things to store my clothing in and a makeshift "closet" on the wall I made out of a curtain rod I found on the street and a few brackets.  I found someone to rent my room while I am away, so that's a relief.  I will just have to wait to properly set up my space until I return in August.  The room did come with a large table, perfect for sewing!  And I will be doing plenty of this when I return because I got my first art exhibition at a store/gallery called Other Nature.  I'll be showing my soft sculptures.  The opening is on November 2nd! 
I really wish I were more excited to come back to the States.  But the truth is, I'm nervous.  How bad will the culture shock be?  I know I've changed, but will people on the outside notice, and will they still like me?  I haven't worked with groups of kids for a long time.  How will that be?  And I will miss Robert.  It's only 10 weeks, I know.  But it seems like a very long time, especially to be away from someone I love.
But enough of that!  Let's talk about my new neighborhood, Wedding.  I live on Soldinerstrasse, which is awesome.  There is a Penny Markt (chain grocery store, like Safeway) on the corner.  The cheapest toilet paper they have is a brand called "Happy End."  Does anyone else think that's as funny as I do?  I also live right next to the Panke River, which you can see from Sedrik's window.  Across the street, on the corner by the bus stop is a vending machine with a big red ribbon painted on it.  I thought it was going to be for condoms, but it wasn't!  For 1€, the machine vends to you a disposable needle, an alcohol wipe, and some other things you might need in order to do intravenous drugs more safely.  I think this machine is awesome, because if you're an addict and your going to shoot up, let's face it, not having a clean needle is not going to stop you.  In San Francisco, we have some needle exchange programs.  They are free, but you still have to show up to them.  This vending machine is 24-hour.  You just have to get there.
I'm not supporting the use of IV drugs.  Honestly, I don't think one should use.  But if one is going to, I want them to be safe about it. Go harm-reduction vending machine!
I went on a walk today along the Walter-Nickutz promenade, which travels alongside the Panke River.  Below are some photos from my walk and also photos I took a while ago but haven't had opportunity to post.

Weserstrasse, Neukölln

This is a detail of a very tall sculpture in some mall near Gendarmenmarkt. The material? Crushed cars!

Crushed Car tower

Treptower Park.  All these locks, what does it mean?

East Side Gallery

East Side Gallery

East Side Gallery

East Side Gallery

Panke River.  This is right across the street from me!

Walter-Nickutz Promenade

Walter-Nickutz Promenade
At first I thought they were spider webs...

but I was wrong! 


These are some sort of weird cocoon or chrysalis (I think.)  Tons of caterpillars were in there!



13 May 2012

Nick of time

Warning: I'm going to talk about woman stuff.  If you can't handle it, skip this one.

I've been on this cortisone eye drops for awhile.  Cortisone is a steroid that lowers your immune system.  Maybe this is why I got the yeast infection.  Maybe it just happened, as they sometimes do.  Who knows?  What I did know is I was itchy down there.  You can't get yeast infection meds over the counter in Germany like you can in the States.  You need to go to the doctor.  I went to the Zentrum für sexuelle Gesundheit und Familieplanung in Charlottenburg.  If you're in Berlin and need birth control, to see a gynecologist, or free STI testing, this place is great.  They people who work there are nice.  They do not care if you have insurance.  They do not care if you are illegal.  They do not judge you on your lifestyle.  They charge you nothing. AND they speak English.  The  doctor took a look down there and said, "Yep, you've got some candida."  She gave me a three dose pack of miconazole pessaries and sent my on my way.  Miconazole hadn't worked for me the last few times I tried it, but I thought, "Why not?  It can't hurt to try again, right?"  I was so wrong!
The night was warm.  I sat on my balcony in my underwear and wrote.  I put my medicine in and laid down in bed.  And then my vagina was on fire.  Seriously, it was like there was an habañero pepper in there.  The poor girl swelled up like a balloon and got as red as a clown nose.  I didn't feel like it warranted a trip to the emergency room, seeing as I wasn't having trouble breathing or bleeding profusely, but DAMN, it was uncomfortable!  I had take some diphenhydramine (thinks for the mega-American-sized bottle of allergy meds from Costo, mom) to shove a bag of ice in my pants.  I finally got to sleep around 3 am.  My alarm went off at 7:30.  I put on some clothes and went back to the clinic, where the doctor wrote me a prescription for fluconazole, an oral anti-fungal that cures candida outbreaks.  Unfortunately, it was 13€ (around $20.)  Fortunately, it solved my problem.

13€ goes a long way in Berlin.  I generally spend between 100€ and 125€ on food a month, and this includes going out to eat and the occasional beer.  I'm coming down to the wire, flying into SFO on May 28th.  I can't really look for work here, and I won't get my first paycheck until two weeks after I get back to the States.  So medication cutting into my budget, at this point in time, is not so cool.

I had applied for a job passing out flyers for some club a while ago.  On Thursday night, I got an email asking me if I could work from 22:30 to 1:30 Friday and Saturday night.  I said I had a performance with the Impronauts on Friday night but could work on Saturday.  It paid 23€.  Not fabulous, but better than 22€, right?

Last night was COLD!  I stood at U Eberswalder, freezing, shoving flyers for a rock and roll club at passer-bys, avoiding drunken football fans rampaging through the streets, singing some song loudly and yelling "Ja!" every time they saw anyone else wearing yellow, which was the winning team's color.  I was having a truly horrible time, wondering if having my fingers go numb and promoting something I did not care about was worth 23€.  And then something amazing happened.  This group of British (?) people approached me, and an extremely adorable and well-dressed man who, I kid you not, had hair exactly like this
 said to me, "I really need a bra."
I looked at him and sad, "Oh no, yours are small.  You don't need a bra."
"No, I do!  Can I have yours?"
I play along.  "I'd give it to you, but it's the only one I've got."
"I'll give you 50€."
"Seriously?"   I think he's kidding.  He pulls the money out.


"Okay, but you don't get to see anything."  I took the bra off under my shirt.  We made the exchange.
"You feel good about this?"  He asked.  "It's really important to me that you feel good about this."
"I feel awesome!"  I said, the grin on my face so big it hurt my cheeks a little.  "Now I have an excuse to buy a new bra!"

I liked that black bra, but it was old, and the straps just weren't staying up like they used to.  And it  cost me $50 USD new.  The conversion rate from euros to dollars is currently 1€=$1.30 USD.  You do the math.  I came out on top!


The sheer randomness of the situation, the innocence of the request, and the absolute surprise at my complete and total willingness to sell someone my bra, it totally made my night!  Well, that and the 50€.  What can I say?  The request in know way violated a personal boundary for me, didn't cost me anything.  I'm an improviser.  I say "yes, and!"

Today, I got cast in a comic role for a film directed by academy award nominee Daryush Shokof.  The shooting will take place before my journey to the States.  Just when I was getting scared, things are looking up, again!

10 May 2012

Moving AGAIN!



My mom took this photo.  This dog LOVED me!  Rare for a Berliner hound to be so outgoing with a total stranger.

I DID IT! I found a home in Berlin that I can come back to after my summer in the States!  Yeah!

I haven't posted much lately, it's true.  I've been pretty busy.  I started making PJ's Pussies again, by hand right now until I bring my sewing machine back from the States.  I'm moving soon, from my tiny narrow room in Friedenau to a more spacious one (for less rent, too!) in Wedding.  We'll live on Soldinerstraße, a colorful and diverse area with a large Turkish and Arabic influence.  YES!  My flatmate Sedrik and I move into the new flat on May 20th.  I then have eight days to find a subletter for the two and a half months that I'm in the States, where I'll be working at a summer camp.
Rooftop party before it got shut down by the cops, May 1st
I have really mixed feelings about returning to the Bay Area to work.  I need to.  I'm almost out of money and I haven't really been able to look for long term work here because of my trip to the US.  I also have a lot of loose ends to tie up in California.  I did, after all, think I would just be in Berlin for two months way back in September of 2011.  So I've got to sell a bunch of stuff, retrieve a bunch of clothes, deal with logistics, but well, I've just gotten so damn USED to Berlin: the public transit, the cheap prices, the lack of fear I feel walking down the street whether it be day or night.  And I am so afraid that I will lose the little bit of language I have learned.  But man, I have a plan when I come back!  I'm going to turn my room into a sewing studio and make stuff and sell it and keep doing improv and slowly, slowly figure out how to make this strange uncategorizable creature that is me be able to function in a capitalist society!  I've got to keep things in perspective.  I've been in Berlin a week shy of 8 months.  In this time, I have been a solo performer, a member of a clown duo, worked as a babysitter and au pair, joined an improv troupe that performs every week, found a community and a few (dare I say) good friends who I trust and found a loving, healthy relationship with a person who treats me as an equal partner!  That's a lot.  So I got rejected from the artist insurance company because they measure success through capitalistic success!  So I'm still poor!  Fuck it!  I came to Berlin to start over, to make a better life for myself.  I had hit a dead end in the States that seemed to amount to "no driver's license."  Too bad it took me so long to leave, except for the fact that if I had left when I was younger, I might not be where I am right now, sitting in my underwear on my balcony in Friedenau in the warm and humid Summer midnight, laundry drying on the rack next to me, candles on the table, wondering if I'll have a late night visitor or if I'll sleep this night alone, content with either option... Ah Berlin, you have given me what I have been searching for for so long...

View from rooftop party, May 1st