Being the charming old Jugendstil building that it is, Schumannstraße has no elevator. Which made moving and schlepping our things up to the fourth floor an extremely cathartic experience. As in, why don't we go Zen and donate all of our belongings to charity and live in an empty white apartment with one simple Futon on the floor and two wooden bowls for meals....There is great beauty in simplicity-no?
H. ,being the more practical one, pointed out that this was a wonderful idea but might get complicated later on. So we dragged everything up stairs, all 68 of them :
H. ,being the more practical one, pointed out that this was a wonderful idea but might get complicated later on. So we dragged everything up stairs, all 68 of them :
Which resulted in this disaster:
So we then proceeded to shift around boxes from room to room and finally managed to clear a space for this: (which, should you happen to stop by for dinner, is where you will sit)
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