March 23rd, 2009

Today, while Matthias and I braved the (not quite) hurricane force winds that swept over Berlin, I realized one fantastic way to tell that I no longer live in Prenzlauer Berg. Out of the seven (that’s right, only seven) people who were got on the S-Bahn at my station, six were speaking English and one was in a baby carriage.

Additionally, I get strange looks when pushing a stroller in Charlottenburg, where-as I looked around the age of a typical parent in P-berg. Today I looked ridiculously young though, or am I wrong?