As I was freezing my miserable ass in Berlin it crossed my mind that I might have gotten too used to the Malaysian weather. People are picky and inconsistent sort of creatures: one day moping about the boredom of never changing summer and the other – whining about frost bitten ears and the need to buy boots. And boy did I need to buy them boots! Arrived to Berlin wearing shoes like a hero and ran screaming to KaDeWe ready to cash out for a nice pair of warmer shoe wear. Mind you – I would have worn Russian valenki if there was no other options. But God bless shopping malls, end-of-season sale and countries where people wear size 41 foot wear. I marched off to the cold windy streets showing off fierce knee length leather dominatrix kind of boots.
The next day when I feared the damn ears might just freeze and fall off my head, I preoccupied myself with the need of buying a hat. One might call it a pressing need. Wasn’t as lucky in this department. The only hat I found on the way from my hotel to work was the nicely knitted woolen hat in lovely colour BUT with the huge word BERLIN written across the forehead. I was cold yet at the stage when I still cared for what was left of my reputation. Ended up with a checkered cap in a couple of days.
