SOULS

 

Be well xx

Thriller

 

When the shit gets hard AND GOSH IT'S HARD IN RL AT THE MOMENT nothing like decorating your SL home while dancing to MJ's Thriller

BACK TO THE BERLIN PROJECT 1929 - A FEW POSTCARDS

 

One year Ago, in a virtual world far far away....

 

I miss you guys, wherever you are, be well.

Another Baby

 I knew he was bothered. Mitch wasn't even looking at Igor as he calmed the beasts of Whitechapel with his craft.

 "I am well my darling, I promise you" he lied. No use, I knew better— after all I had been causing him havoc for the past six years.

 

Igor, in the meantime, pretended not to follow and continued to play as if his life depended on it, which in those parts might actually have been a good move; anything could spark the anger of the East Enders in the 1880s.

That bloody violin made me thirsty. Thirst ! that's it! I thought. that will ease Mitch's mood!

But no...not even whisky. Mitch slouched over the table, eyes lost, not even holding his glass, or me for that matter. I understood, of course. We belonged to the same tribe. I would have felt equally broken had I been in his shoes, but I wasn't; I was one of the lucky ones, and I  knew that irritated him further.

But never mind the bollocks! the fact of the pudding was Mitch was devastated about another baby. I know, I am also a time traveler from the future, I also feel lust and joy when I am close to some of them, but at the same time I am human! I started brewing anger as he sat there like a wet noodle. 

Pull yourself together, Freckles! I cheered myself up; this was what coupling is all about! "for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health and in fucked up humor"

That's it! I thought. As the Spaniards say, 'time to grasp the bull by the horns! though in this case I was the one wearing a good pair.

I left my glass on the sticky table and sat closer to him, holding his hands on mine. 

"My darling, I know. I know I did it first. I know mine is a beast; that  the graphics are shocking. I know it goes 3,000 frames per second when we play games; I know the keyboard shines in the dark;  but baby... in only twenty four hours you will have a laptop just like mine"

Mitch let go off  my hands. He sat very straight and said:

"What are you saying woman!" he served himself another drink, smirked and hissed "MY NEW LAPTOP IS THE BEST"

CAPRICHO

 I might have been away a long while but tonight I made for lost time.

 

San Marco, isn't it something? My driver says it looks as pretty as the real thing. I have no idea what she means, she's not well poor thing. She thinks her world is the real thing. One day I will tell you about my driver's world so you can laugh with me. TAXI 

 

then, at 2.00 pm SL there is... the Keller of course. Here Jo errr... preparing for battle.

Quiet evening, it looks like Berliners are enjoying the warm weather in the Tiergarten.  More giggle water for us me says! Specially since Morgy continues to fall asleep on his feet. Only three of us to share.

 

Caddy has taken to drinking beer the German way. When in Rome... 

And then the cherry in the cake - can't disclose the secret location of our Violets night. In a few words, lemonade, breathtaking views, even more breathtaking company and private beaches, ahem again.

 Dora showing us her Summer villa. It's windy in Ca... there!

lemonade and cigarettes' and the sun falling. What was that book you mentioned? Extraordinary Women by Sir Compton Mackenzie. And extraordinary book considering when — and by whom — it was written!

I guess we will fly back to Berlin tomorrow. For now it's beedy byes for me. 

oh, Mikk is in love. Love love this time it seems. She is magic.

 

ST OSWALD

 Once upon a time

 

in a Galaxy far far away... (that looked mysteriously similar to Wales)

but as the rector put it, order - sadly - will be restored. ((the 'sadly' is mine))

WINE AT THE BEAUVELLE

 
A lovely evening in lovely (if scarce) company. It seems the weather (in RL) is finally getting good and Berliners are busy out there. Good news for me, I could enjoy a lot more cheese and wine at the Beauvelle. 

The club is taking shape. Can't wait for the swimming pool parties !

And a new Berliner, Joseph Arc from Barcelona. A curiously pale Spaniard.

Soak Your Troubles Away

 

Nothing like a soak in a beautiful pool all alone when the going gets tough.
There's a new spot in town all ready for the summer days, Berliners — well, a little out of town, in the Tiergarten to be precise - and it feels like heaven. More to come in an article for the Tageblatt soon.
Night night, for now, this crazy little woman has not managed any sleep when it is nearly 5 in the morning.

Herr Clarrington's Eggs

 Easter is here and this year Clarringon has set up a maze in the little park close to the Hof. I managed to get in an out without any help before Christmas, quite an achievement for somone able to get lost in a glass of water and celebrated my achievement by spending a few marks in delicious Clarrington's candy.

Herr Alf was there, Kohonnen? I never remember his surname but it sounds an awful lot like a very bad word in Spanish.

Herr Clarrington wore a mask that made him look like a very confused bunny—can't say I blame him, these times are enough to confuse the sharpest of bunnies.

 I hope you are all well and happy, Berliners.

SLUMBER PARTY

 Sshhhhhhh...

<whispers> The last hush hush party at Lesbenstrasse (such good name, Dorita...), or what the Berlin funky ladies got up to when none was looking.

 

Gyna doesn't leave the glass alone... and no wonder. We all had something huge to celebrate !!