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22.July 2014

Tangotourist in Berlin, Summer 2014

I had a coffee yesterday. Probably should have done that a week ago. I feel almost normal today.

So I’ve made a big decision which is to bail on the Zurich marathon (well-informed people tell me it will be similar to Dresden) and Italy and stay here in Berlin for another month. Implementation was easy. A friend needs a rabbit-sitter. I bought a month subte pass. I feel relaxed. But I don’t know if I can keep up with the ice cream. I’ve had two today and it’s pretty much surfeit.

Spent a few hours struggling with wordpress, where I am experiencing “the white screen of death” after administration login. I seem to be able to blog from my fab new phone, but I can’t get in from the computer to fix stuff up. Apologies for the too large photos I can’t fix at the moment. Fortunately I can fix up the phone’s hyperactive typos. I feel that it really wants to play surrealist poetry games with me, but I’m not a very good sport about it.

Last night at Milonga Nou Boris was enjoying the alt.music so much that he danced right into a table. We picked up the bits and pieces of beer bottle and finished the tanda. Later he learned that a pair of eyeglasses left resting on the table had broken in the fall. “When I do something I make sure to do a good job” says Boris.

Silences in history. Silences by code. Silences of fear. You already know that Tango’s silences can be sublime and they can be devastating.

What I do in my blog is use myself as a lens – sometimes a microscope, sometimes a telescope. I try to be as honest with myself and you as words concede. Then I try to find a deeper meaning and imagine a pathway for us.

A blog post can be a fragment, a wisp of inspiration, an outline for thinking. A book must complete and reconcile it all. Now I drag the social scientist to the scene to enumerate the facts of the case, the mystery which brought both stardom and tragedy to my life.