so the exibition turned out to be a way too conceptual (as for my peasant understanding) art show, Manuel and I were glad when it was over.) I am seriously disturbed by the variety of things they call modern art here. Though the mexican guy who owns Atellier Schwarz is quite a personality, and some of his paintings are really good. Sidenote: I need to borrow the new issue of Elephant, there's this article on how to judge art. I could use some of that, I guess.

We didn't make it to the Hole of Fame, though, I'll catch up on that sometime next week. I needed to leave the artsy type for the dancing type.

"man muss dich nicht verstehen" - I know, right?) and eww, he shaves his chest. I don't think I can get over that.
salsa moves came back to me after 20 min of stumbling around and stepping on his feet) but it was still more of a bachata night. and well, its not like I have much chance of becoming an amazing dancer, like ever, but I had fun) and the basics are not hard at all.

I have no idea where this is going. Fingers crossed that I get that internship in Munich (or Berlin, I got a fresh email last night, looks like a great opportunity) and won't have to face the consequences of my actions.) I feel like I'll just forget everything when I leave this city. Its one of my favorite illusions by far.

I feel happy and I can't help smiling. stupid decisions make good stories, after all.

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and some valuable life advice from twentysomething diary#12:

- Texting someone every few months does not a relationship make. When someone begins to think it does, respond with “What is the nature of this virtual communion? Enlighten me.” That should get rid of them fast. (I need to memorise this phrase in a few languages)