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LSB moves to Berlin, starts blog

LSB moves to Berlin, starts blog

LSB moved to Berlin, just like that. One moment we were waiting for the 16A in grubby, familiar Camden Street and the next we were on the U7 to Spandau. Berlin is different with him here. I’ve had to stop sleeping in the shape of a large star fish. I’ve had to allow cheese in … Continue reading

Familienfest: The Ferguson Sisters’ Moment of Truth

“Keep your gaze fixed at the back of the room,” LSB had said, against the conventional wisdom of imagining your audience naked. I instinctively disregarded his counsel, and fixed my eye creepily on a number of individuals I believed would be sympathetic. I looked most often at my mother, who had abandoned her high-heels in … Continue reading

“Disc”overing Ourselves

LSB and I are bookish types. We met in a library, not on a sports field. While he gallops through the classics, I canter along beside him, skimming paragraphs to keep up. Altogether we’re contented. But ever since our arrival in Vienna, we’ve been committed to a course of self-improvement. When we’re not saving ladybirds … Continue reading

Loose Change

Here in Berlin I sleep in an extremely comfortable double bed in a light, airy room where the sun shines in through linen curtains. Sometimes the cat wakes me up by jumping in my face or by scratching at the door until I let him in. Other times it’s the alarm on my phone, which … Continue reading

My boyfriend is a savant

My boyfriend is a savant. He can multiply enormous numbers by each other in seconds and can list the members of my expansive German family in order of age without ever having been formally taught. He can recall facts about obscure historical figures I’ve never heard of and whenever we share a book to read, … Continue reading

The Mouse

One September morning in our poky kitchen, my father and I were enjoying an early brunch. He was spooning floating pineapple rings from a large glass bowl while I dipped some oatmeal biscuits into my peppermint tea. From the corner of my eye, I noticed something small and dark flitting across the floor, but the … Continue reading

Money affairs: DSK’s third wife spends day thinking.

Imagine you are Anne Sinclair, third wife of Dominique Strauss-Kahn. You’re sitting in a leather armchair in your Washington mansion, twiddling your thumbs. There’s nothing to do. Normally, in this situation, you’d write your blog Deux ou Trois choses vues d’Amerique. But, malheuresement, along with the rest of your activities, you wound that up too … Continue reading