A guy showed up at the apartment last week and “did some things”, and now our internet doesn’t work. I did not realize this would happen. I was scheduled to go to Kieler Woche, a giant festival up in northern Germany with my brother. I had not yet exchanged phone numbers, or figured out where I actually needed to go.
Well, I’m back now, and everything worked itself out. I’ll post more about it later, but basically I spent the last week selling “New York burgers” out of a stand at the festival. It was a really great time, filled with burgers, real Brooklyn IPA, and shots of pear alcohol. I need to go back to sleep.
And as soon as our internet is back, I’ll post more.