Cousin’s amazing baby is amazing.
Yesterday was the 1st of May public holiday. People in Berlin celebrate it either by rioting, or having a picnic in the park. Ali discovered that I was planning on doing the latter with my good friend and colleague Tania, who Ali knows and has a bit of a soft spot for. So he asked if he could join us, and arrived bearing fruit and Turkish pastries. And wearing this suitably jaunty suit.
This makes me even happier to be going to Berlin.
don’t look at people’s photos from their transsiberian railway journeys in one sitting.
The first time my grandma got drunk was on May 9, 1945 aka the day World War Two was won, she was on the Solkhoz (that’s the kolkhoz but state owned) and the head of the VinTsekh (Vino-sector), “a nice plump Armenian woman” brought her to the wine cellar and gave her a glass of sweetass vintage wine. And the war was over and everyone celebrated.