During the last couple of months I have become quite the postcard writer. The format is perfect. Just enough to fit a 'with love, Julia' into it but there's no space to write a novel. Because right now I don't have the time for novels. The joy such a tiny card brings is rather disproportional to their size, tough, so what you get out of card-writing rather exceeds the price you pay to send them.
My four year old godson receives cards regularly now (I keep it culinary: '...Today I ate ice cream and thought how lovely it will be next time I visit because then I can take you to the ice cream parlour, too...'), so does our grandmother. The really funny ones I keep for my parents and siblings. Because my kind of humor is not suitable either for children or for the elderly.
One of the shops I work with here in Berlin asked me if I could design a series of Berlin postcards. It's the tourist season and they all want to tell their loved ones in Kentucky or in Moscow all about their trip to Berlin. - In just a couple of words.
So lately I've been roaming the streets and taking public transport unplugged - without an iPod, that is - so I could listen.
I'll be sharing a bit of my Berlin with you over the next couple of days. Not the cute Berlin, not the pretty picture-postcard Berlin, but the things I love about this city.
Tourists, for example, are unbeatable entertainment.