I have not had truly clean clothing in three weeks.

And everything smells. 

Another night of hand washing a few pairs of socks and underwear in the sink hoping that they will get clean enough (they never do).  And my feet smell and I smell and I really want a washing machine.  With a dryer.  A luxury I haven't had since I was staying at Ed's flat three weeks ago. Plus my only pair of pants, capris I bought with Tia and then took my Veggie Knife to on the Allotment to fold down the hem into pants, have split open in 28 hours from a small rip on my inner thigh, to traverse the width of one panel of fabric: side to side.  So, new pants are a must.

In Prague now.  My parents arrive tomorrow mid-day if all connections go well.  We spend the weekend here and then....ISRAEL!!!!!!!!!!!

So excited.

Went on alternative pub crawl in Berlin last night and had to sit and defend Israel to an Irish guy.  All because a girl from NYC asked if it was worth going to Auschwitz if she visited Krakow.  I emphatically said yes.  The funny thing being the Irish guy, JP, was going to Auschwitz in two days time.  But then got all political and was trying to make some point about American politics, but really couldn't manage to do it without badmouthing Israel and comparing the situation to the IRA in Ireland.  I fianlly got him to understand that a pub crawl where I could only half hear him was NOT THE TIME for this debate.  And that frankly I think he didn't know what he was talking about and needed to back the fuck off my grill.  (Oh, excuse me, he DID write a thesis on something or other with the policy...he has DATA!)  He was nice, and we ended amicably and whatnot, but fucking annoying.  I clearly didn't want to discuss Israeli-Palestinian politics in a goth bar blasting music I would have killed to own in junior high school.

Otherwise the crawl was fun.  Hung out mainly with a couple from Madrid after that.  Discovered that Drum+Bass techno is just that: only drum and bass.  Oh, and that it is boring as fuck and super awkward to dance to.  The hilarity of everyone doing so was great. 

Well, I really should do this sleeping thing I keep saying I need.