people in berlin :: wild girl

it was the party at that secret place full of hippie paintings and squat people and techno djs with asymmetrical haircuts. one girl just dominated the whole place, she went around deflecting flirts and dancing like she owned the place, which she did. this was last year; that place is still the same. it's the kind of place where everyone is sort of a foreigner, hitchhiking or caravaning from italy or sweden or spain or south Germany.

she asked me for a cigarette and she spoke in clear English with a beautiful slavic accent. was she polish? i dunno.

i just have a soft spot in my heart for women who are comfortable with travelling alone and don't need the company of a boyfriend of a thousand girlfriends to amuse themselves.

maybe i'm envious because i miss the days when i could just jump on a train and not tell anyone. i wish i could go to a foreign country and just wander around aimlessly without having to worry about husbands sleeping in nice hotels or having anyone checking up on me. maybe i will.