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The neighboring building's entryway makes me nostalgic. Are you tired of my nostalgia? I think my husband is. Another time I'll show you the ivy-covered brick wall (perhaps I'll wait till it's turned crimson come September).


Fatigué, moi? Jamais!

I came back to Dublin to dogs dirt, litter and weeds on my street ... I am nostalgic for the Berlin grafitti, the clean streets, the lack of dog dirt and the general respect for other peoples property. The Dublin streets are depressing to say the least.

No..I'm not tired of your nostalgia..I like it!

You're all too sweet. So queer to be in the same place and have it be so utterly different: but I suppose that's a feeling every Berliner has.

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